If you look at the photo closely you'll notice we are in fact 30 feet above the pavement. Also, take note of Yesterday's post and you will see that out this window there is no fire escape, ladder, rope or magic carpet. Although there was a nicely printed note telling us to remove the slip covers from the pillows before sleeping on them there was no instruction on rappelling down the side of the building in case of fire. I did not push this issue as Kendra threatened great bodily harm. So we put our life in the hands of God and fell asleep.
05:00 arrived quickly, I did not have to jump to the street below through the night, and I awoke to the soft blue glow of the morning light. This is odd as we live a stones throw from the Mountain Time Zone and it doesn't get light until 06:30. We were up and running by 07:30 and had a small breakfast downstairs. We loaded Little John (Our Truck) and check out at precisely 08:53:23 and made the short trip down the road to Laura Ingalls Wilder's Home.
So that I do not bore most people who don't read, hate history or like the Dallas Cowboys and Tottenham I'll skip what we learned at Rocky Ridge Farm. It was an educational and informative experience and I recommend it to anyone looking for a some Americana. However there is one topic I must bring up and that is the star of Rocky Ridge Farm. Bridget Anne Marie Mitchell
Bridget was dressed in her Prairie Dress. Kendra originally made the dress for Miriam but has now passed down to Bridget. Up early and as excited as I've ever seen her, she had her hair put into 2 ponytails and the dress on complete with, properly period, bonnet. As soon as we showed up Bridget became the center of attention. Dressed perfectly for the time and the cutest thing on the planet people were actually wanting to take her picture. After tours of the two houses on the property and some wandering around the day climaxed with Bridget on a grass covered hill running down with her arms in the air and bonnet flapping in the breeze. Yes I filmed it. Yes we had multiple takes and yes I got the shot.
At the entrance to the Rock house, The Wilder's retirement home, we met a turtle and he was instantly named Hushbar Diglity the Fifth. Yeah it was that kind of turtle.
We ate at the local Greasy spoon called, of all things, Ma and Pa's Kettle. It was food. We took off and headed North to Columbia, MO.
Along the way we stopped off in Jefferson City, MO at the state capitol building. This was wholly uneventful
other than stepping right into the Missouri pool called humidity. Of course the reflection of the light off the Large Limestone structure was blinding so all was well. It was a quick tour of the outside and then back in Little John for the last hour to Columbia and Kendra's aunt's house for the night.
The last hour of any drive is the most energetic. This evening there was more music composition. we took our base line of "Turkey" and "Hobby Lobby" and added some lyrics. The first verse is, "Boone County Boone County we're on our way to you". OK, so yeah, you need to hear it but it's really good. Well, maybe not really good but at least it's good...I think Miriam recorded some of our session so we'll come out with the "How it was made" video before we release the single.
Tomorrow we are off to Downer's Grove, Ill. 5 hours in Little John and we are close to our final destination.
Day 2 was even better!
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