Doorbells and sleighbells and schnitzel with noodles

Where we remembered the traders of old

As Bill so aptly said one day, we have, from this trip alone, so many images in our heads to look back on when we are old, tired, and done with all this travelling. Some of our favourites are these:

Ouiatenon Park outside Lafayette on the banks of the Wabash opposite the ancient site of the Wea Indian, where we can imagine the Wea awaiting the soft slapping sound of the French fur traders oars as they come downstream.

A carpet of fresh leaves, gold before the white snow fall. 

A mature Amish woman slowly clip-clopping her cart along a zippy superhighway then reigning in, in front of a small Amish fresh food stall, there to unload her produce. Dressed in simple black.

A beautiful barn in a fertile field on the great plain close to home.

A long covered wooden bridge arched precariously over a wide sluggish stream coming to rest on rocky banks either side.

Ghosts, goblins and gremlins: haunting practically every patio preparing to fight the evil spirits of All Hallow's Eve. 

Tucked, like little yellow stickies, in the jumbled filing cabinets in our brains. For later. Aeons later, we hope, to retrieve and treasure. 

Carpet of gold leaves 

Amish lady doing good works 

Beautiful barn 

Pink covered bridge 

Ghosts, goblins and gremlins