The run down to St. Louis was a longer one that I'd remembered.
Dad and Eileen saw me off from Oconomowoc on Saturday morning followed by a brief stop over in Chicago to catch up with my good friend, Liz. Then, South to Missouri. (I think I use too many commas.)
I had hoped to see more of Historic Route 66, but as the wind picked up and the sun set I hopped back over to modern Highway 55 and took it most of the way down.
I'm staying with my Aunt Marguerite and it's wonderful to spend time with relatives from both sides of the family again.
Anna, Mom, Howie and I visited with Grandma and checked out the Cahokia indian mounds. Of which little seems to be really known.
Tuesday morning the motorcycle that must not be named and I recieved a laying on of hands blessing (I'll take whatever good fortune I can get!) and the relative trio rolled into the rain, northward toward The Kee.
As the massive thunderstorm line blotted out my entire path to Texas, :-/my cousin Warren & his wife Sarah, treated me to movie night.
I've finally gotten to see Casablanca!
Still here in St. Louis, waiting out the cold and the clouds.
It's good to be warm, dry, and with family.
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