We enjoyed a decent night's sleep. The dogs got us up earlier than we had planned, but that was ok.
We put our sights on a Dunkin Donut for our morning coffee and got moving. It was a beautiful morning for traveling.
I passed time crocheting as we listened to music pointing our attention and thoughts to the events of Good Friday and what it cost our Savior.
As we came through Effingham, IL, we saw this huge cross along the interstate. What an interesting sight! In this world full of darkness, every once in awhile we see objects that represent the truth of the Gospel. Without the manger...no baby. Without the cross...no Savior.
And all around us...the reminders of spring and new life...traveling on Good Friday...is good! We filled our hearts and minds with Truth and the blessings of His Word. I am thankful for this new season of life and the reminders that God is always is control and at work because of Calvary.
Morning snack...
Traffic was light the whole way...even through St. Louis!
Coming out of St. Louis, we started getting into more hills which reminded me of Kentucky and Tennessee terrain.
It was so pretty!
I guess we needed the punch of sun more than we thought! We know Michigan has beauty of its own, but it is also very cloudy and dreary through the fall and winter! It does affect us.
Destination...West Plains! We drove about 6 hours with one stop...until...
another unplanned stop.
Well, no trip is complete without a little drama! As we drove into the small town of Cabool, MO, Ted did not slow down fast enough and at the new speed limit sign on the opposite side of the road sat a patrolman who was just waiting for someone! Sure enough...he nabbed us. "That is so dirty!"
Velle was a little mouthy and had to be shushed when the officer came to the window to collect the necessary papers. The officer stated he clocked Ted at 65 in a 45. EEk! The metro Detroit mentality does not work well in the south. We know it but it takes a while to hit when we travel. Uh, this hit hard. "This is going to be an expensive souvenir!" When I looked at the ticket, I started to laugh, "You are not going to believe what his name is! We cannot make this stuff up...Patrolman Charlie Brown!"
By the time he turned around and came up behind us, we were on the edge of leaving town. Coming into town from the south...the speed limit is 35! "Kari, you are driving the first leg of the trip to get us through these small towns, then I'll take over on the way home."
We made it West Plains without any other issues. The airbnb is comfy and cozy. Ted was able to meet a work customer. We hugged Aunt Pat and enjoyed supper with her. We got to meet her fur babies.
