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.