Change of plans

When you live in Missouri, it's necessary to be flexible with your plans. Turns out the optimistic weather-guessers were right, so around noon I packed a lunch and we went for a ride.

There's nothing like the lure of the open road.

We can't remember what little town this was in, but I like cannons, and I like our shadows.


We stopped in the hamlet of Alma to eat our meat loaf sandwiches. We've learned that even the tiniest villages have a city park, usually on the square. We enjoy having our picnics in such places.

We sat on a bench in the sun, outside that shelter.

An abandoned antebellum home.

And another one. If those houses could talk, who knows what stories they'd tell of slave days and Civil War skirmishes. This isn't so far from where the Battle of Lexington took place.

An abandoned farmstead, long past its glory days.


The house is long-gone from this old farmstead.

Tomorrow we'll do the bike show. It'll be too cold to ride then, for sure.