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Billy Goats At My Door

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

September 30, 2015. Springfield, IL, to Warren Dunes State Park, MI














 






September 30, 2015.  Springfield, IL, to Warren Dunes State Park, MI.  It was a light day of travel, about 250 miles, all on four-lane highway.  Does the name of the campground sound familiar to you?  We were here in August of this year.  The final photo above shows what the campground looked like then.  The picture above that shows what it looks like now.  There is quite a difference.  I showered this afternoon and I was the only person in the shower facility.  That was not the case in August.  And that, my friend, is why we prefer to travel during the shoulder seasons. 

We will travel across Michigan tomorrow to Dearborn where we plan to see the Henry Ford Museum.  Fred and Anna tell us that it is well worth the time.  Henry Ford was single-mindedly dedicated to the concept of mass production of cars.  In that sense, his view of the world was limited.  He was greatly embarrassed when the Chicago Tribune printed a story which suggested Ford was ignorant about social issues and the history of the United States.  Ford sued the Tribune for a million dollars.  The trial was sensationalized by the media and lasted 3-4 months.  Ford proved the Tribune correct with his courtroom performance.  He demonstrated a very limited ability to read and mistakenly stated that the Revolutionary War occurred in 1812.  The jury found in favor of Ford, but awarded him only six cents in damages.  The Tribune never paid the six cents. 

The Museum and Greenfield Village seems incongruous with Ford's apparent distain for history.  He brought in relics from the past including the home where he was born, Thomas Edison's laboratory, and the original Ford automotive factory.  Perhaps the museum was over-compensation for his performance during the Tribune trial.  I look forward to the tour.  More about Greenfield later. 

G'nite, mates.

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

September 29, 2015. Autumn in Vermont.




 


 
September 29, 2015.  Autumn in Vermont.  Well, not yet.  But, we are on the road again.  We left home about 10:00 this morning, drove across Missouri and entered Illinois.  Tonight, we are in Mr. Lincoln's Springfield.  Tomorrow we should make it to Michigan.  We might even make it to Dearborn, home of the Henry Ford Museum.  From there, we'll cross Ontario and emerge at Niagara.  We'll then mosey along upstate New York staying near Lake Ontario.  Then, we'll experience autumn in Vermont.  We may also bear east through New Hampshire and Maine.

As I was attaching the bike rack last night I banged my forehead on the exhaust pipe for the generator.  The pipe is about one inch in diameter and has a rough edge.  It scraped a piece of my forehead above my left eye.  Annie came out of T-Harvey and saw blood on my face.  She wanted me to come into the house for first aid.  However, I hadn't finished tightening the bolt on the bike rack.  By the time we got to the bathroom, the blood had already clotted.  Annie blotted the blood away, applied Hydrogen peroxide and Neosporin.  She took care of the old man.  She wanted me to get it stitched up, but I declined.  After nearly seven decades on earth, what is one more small scar.  Scars are the way we keep score. 

So, the highways span before us, the barns await their immortality and the colors of fall are primping.  Life is good.