Tag: Meckling

Yankton!

Yankton!

There was a heavy dew last night. It LOOKED like frost on the grass but I wasn’t sure until I started packing up my tent. At that point I saw considerable frost flying when I shook it.  I got a cup of coffee at a 

Wayside Exhibit, River Angel

Wayside Exhibit, River Angel

Another chilly, breezy, rainy morning, but nothing like yesterday. Still, I wore my  jacket and rain gear. Ahead about five miles was the tiny crossroads of Burbank. One thing I’ve found on this trip is most of these smallest “towns” have lost their cafes and