Another extraordinary day of caching in middle America. A friend of ours just made a cross country trip and said that an eagle appeared out of nowhere and flew along for a bit during his ride. He said it was a sign that someone was watching over him.
There's a place in Illinois called Orangeville, population 793. It is day number six of the Big Trip. It's raining and the wind is blowing across the plains. We have been on the road for almost four hours today and just claimed one of three caches for the day. It's lunch time. Orangeville is the closest thing to civilization.
What a contrast a few hours in the car makes. Today we were in the Allegheny Mountains and by evening's end we're in the flatlands... the Great Plains as we were taught in grade school geography. A lot of farmland surrounded us. A lot! And old farms at that. Red barns and seemingly miles of tilled soil. Cows. Horses. And of course Amish and their horse drawn black buggies. We suspect they are the best at farming and tending to the land.
We saw a lot of small towns today. Most of the day we spent on small roads that took us to typical towns you see in the movies when you think America.
A quick entry on day 4 of th Big Trip. Found the geocache in Vermont. Stopped nearby at this church and cemetery. You can tell by the headstones it is as old as the country. U.S. Flags are scattered about honoring Revolutionary War soldiers.
What a great day. We drove through the mountains of the Appalachians, the skyline of Manhattan, the harbors of Boston, and discovered great little villages within these large cities... and people biking, walking, and of course driving.
The picture above was with a little boy and his dad flying a box kite. The boy knew to run to get the kit airborne, but that was about it. He ran and ran and ran, failing to let any string out so the kite would fly on the currents. Couldn't help but smile and remember my kite building days.
Our day ended with a little bit of a worry, trying to find a place to spend...
We can't be there today for Peggy's celebration. And there are certainly more people who knew her infinitely better than us. But I don't want the day to slip by without pausing to remember.
Today was more about driving than anything else. Three geocaches in 11-hours.
Finally. The day has come and ended. Off to a rough start with a mix up on the rental car, but persistence paid off and we were on the road.
Today, we covered five states, locating five geocaches. Eleven hours behind the wheel and too many miles to count. It was a great day, finishing up in Pikeville, KY at the final resting place of the McCoy Family; yep those McCoys who feuded from wha the story says over a stolen pig.
We got together last evening to go over the map, distances, averaging time behind the wheel each day, total miles, and list went on. Then it was an equipment check - batteries, cables, etc.