On to the rest of the world and came upon Ashland, MO while trying to avoid freeways. Ashland looked different, but I stopped at the gas station there to find out the road I wanted to take was a very bad, widy gravel road along a river with possibilities along the way. I made the wise decision to continue on to Broadus. Ashland is at the foot of a pretty nice mountain in the middle of the grasslands.
Thanks Barbara for the wonderful up date. You are an amazing loan traveler on an adventure of a life time. You are held in a safe happy place in my mind and heart. Look forward to your next encounter......Susan xo
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ReplyDeleteI am able to empathisize (not sympathize) with your lone exciting adventure because it reminds me of my cross-country trip (from San Francisco to LA thru Vegas, the Grand Canyon to Colorado Springs to Chicago), ending back in NY. One major difference is I didn't have such a wonderful chariot to facilitate the trip as you are lucky enough to have. That's because the mode of transportation I used back in '73 was..... my thumb.
Cliff