There always little events that get left out as I recall our adventures. To me these are the salt and spices that make up the full experience of our travels, the things we recall as experienced only by us. In no particular order:

1)     Somewhere in Missouri, on a busy stretch of back country road I ran over a turtle. The crunch under my tire made me queasy. I had no option, but still I felt guilty.

2)     There are Amish in Missouri! We followed behind a buggy and saw three more, horses waiting patiently, at a country market. Later, an Amish girl running through here garden in her long dress with bare feet. Father that I am, I mumbled for her to go put her shoes on, it was raining.

3)     Near the end of our boat trip, I was accosted by fleas or a spider and received at least a dozen bites. Lydia got them also. They itched ferociously, and I scratched at mine in my sleep.  At my age skin bruises easily and my lower arm has been red and purple for a week. I look like a victim of abuse.

4)     I buy more shirts in gifts shops than I should.

5)     I am uncomfortable tipping in hotels.

6)     In Arkansas we had a stick-bug on the door of the van one morning. I had never seen one before and took several pictures.

7)     In a field outside of Jefferson City, we saw a flock of wild turkeys.

8)     Armadillos should never try to cross roads. They seem to seldom be successful.

9)     My phone died.

10)They use mayonnaise in the East to make coleslaw. Its criminal.

11)I am the only good driver out there.

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