made it!

I could wax poetic about the towns I passed (Brilliant), the signs I saw (Custom Bait, Trump), and the rivers I crossed (Tallahatchee, Mississippi, Eleven Point), but that seems like a long time ago. Not quite a week. I made it in time for the Fourth of July, which was celebrated on the first. Virginia and one of her grandkids came over, and I grilled, as is appropriate here in the middle of America. 

 

We had rain, and a rainbow, and a rodeo and fireworks. 

On the real fourth of July, yesterday, I went up to Mary's farm to pick up produce from her. 

 

This guy by my doorstep, however, did NOT have a happy Fourth.