Dropped Brad off.
This is always a difficult time for me.
I will just have to soldier on and find some way to occupy my time.
While we were “on-the-lam,” we stayed right on the Mighty Mississippi at the Thomson Causeway Campgrounds. Great place to be, fyi.
Gorgeous sunset over Iowa.
Basking in the glow…
Wishing upon a shooting star…
Next day, Brad had to do some muffler diving. It isn’t all glamorous. He got the job done. The clanking was over, so we could enter a campground without waking the dead.
While Brad was lying down on the job, I noticed this important warning label. Thankfully, now I will never put my fingers into grills. Of any kind.
Seriously, I would NEVER even consider fingering this…
Like I even needed the warning.
Here I am parked by the Thomson Federal Prison in Thomson, IL. Pretty cool. From the outside.
Got a big kick out of some vandal’s work here. Will do!
No time to dawdle, I see Brad is ready to be picked up for our conjugal weekend, camping at the Thomson Causeway on the Mighty Mississippi.
I love him for making the time for our little weekend getaway. All those years running up and down the sidelines shooting the high school football games really paid off. Of course, I told him he should have used a camera instead of an AK47. He never listens to me.
Brad catching a breather before we head to the Mississippi. Always the tourist.
You’re not the boss of me.