More hibiscus pictures!
I believe these are the last hibiscus photos from last year, I do believe.
Here are the balance of pictures from the 2018 Women’s March in Des Moines:
I was supposed to meet Jen up there, but she got sick. I was supposed to meet Russell up there, but he was late. I was supposed to meet Sara up there, but she was late. But no big deal, you’d be surprised how many friends you can make while wearing a Pussyhat.
I’m planning on checking out the March for Our Lives next Saturday with Suzie. I have faith that she will make it.
Way back in May of last year I surprised Nate for his birthday. Well, I wasn’t the surprise, I was the distraction. While I was in the Manhattan area, I snapped a few photos:
Some of the pictures were taken in Manhattan suburbs like Leonardville and Ogden and Shelbyville and Ogdenville and North Haverbrook.
Also, happy birthday to my sister Carla and Dawg Pound sister Monica. Since, you know, it is actually your birthdays today.
Here are the balance of the Needles Highway pictures:
I would highly endorse the Needles Highway. It is a 2 lane road that is about the width of the roads that go through State Parks in Iowa. Only on one side is a 1500 fall to your death. Usually without a guard rail. Plus the experience of going through the Eye of the Needle Tunnel is amazing!
There is more coming from this trip. I mean, I haven’t even touched Mount Rushmore or the Badlands yet!
Dipping back into the back log. These images are from the Caves Road Trip that Jay, Willy, and I went on back in July.
On our way to the main course, the Maquoketa Caves State Park, we passed through a virtual ghost town. Scotch Grove. The only things is that it appears that somebody forgot to tell the people that live there that there town is dead.
We learned a little bit of the history of Scotch Grove from a local that came out to accuse of casing the town for a future theft. But I think he was covering up. He just said that this Balster family just lost interest in the businesses and closed them down. I think there was a mass suicide, like at the Lemp Brewery in Saint Louis*. Prove me wrong.