Chapter IX. "Leaving the East Coast"

Good buy beautiful, industrial coast,

good buy red barns and rolling hills,

good buy neat, little European looking, historic towns.

Loaded with ticks and antiques, we are leaving the prosperous east.

We had a great time, but let's face it... rednecks belong in the west.

We will be back though, because I need some time to pick through Ohio.

When we return, I must do some historical studies in the Ohio antique malls.

This is outside of Columbus, OH.

On the way to Champaign, to see Stephanie Price, we had to take a detour from the freeway. Not just because I wanted to see the home of Indi 500, but because the traffic did not move.

So here it is.


The entrance to the racetrack for Formula I.



We had a very short visit with Stephanie Price, because she had two students coming for their weekly lesson and we were pressing to make some miles. She made us a delicious lunch and let us continue our journey.





Is that the Mississippi again?

Oh good. They have good BBQ around here. Let's go shape our waiste lines.

St Louis, MO is where we spent our second night.



Spitz is wondering which one is the lunch stop. He can almost smell it.

And there it is.

Springfield, MO. Good bread, lunch meat, lunch cheese, fruits and pastery on the tailgate with the view of the Springfield City Hall.

On the road to Branson, MO.

Ready to tour downtown Branson.

Through Arkansas on a rainy evening, we settled in Shanee Oklahoma for another night. Texas, New Mexico, long day and the night in Gallup, NM.

We took this picture in Arizona, rolling down from Heber toward Mesa.






















In the hills north-west of Phoenix.

One more stop before California.