Where to begin, the morning, afternoon or...? And where is my film crew? Someone needs to film this stuff.
I am (at this very moment) in Illinois. I arrived to my CS hosts Bruce and Becky's house last evening. They are cyclists and brethren of the road. This afternoon after my morning expedition into Iowa (highlights to follow) Bruce and I went out on one of his tandem bikes. This was a NEW DO for me and FUN too. I learned that you can't just sit back and let the front guy do the peddling, you actually have to pedal exactly as he does. The front man takes the lead, you follow and much like TANGO it takes TWO TO TANDEM.
We road along the bike path by the Mississippi River crossing in and out of camp grounds to stay along the shore as much as possible. For a turn around point Bruce picked an ice cream shop he knew that had a pin board. He had wondered if anyone had claimed Argentina yet. Well it is claimed now - I PINNED IT - IT IS MINE.
As for the ice cream I had to twist his arm to let me buy him a cone. I really didn't have to twist too hard. The SUPERMAN ice cream intrigued me. It looked like PLAYDOUGH, tasted like vanilla, cherry and blue raspberry and turned my tongue blue. Horrors. That called for a ride all the way back to get an amber ale to wash it down. Hey, cyclists need their fuel. It was a lovely Ilinois jaunt.
This morning I headed over the river into Iowa. The Buffalo Bill Museum is right there in Le Claire. If you could throw a rock from this house a 1/2 mile over water you could hit it. I peaked in then decided to check out my GPS and see what else was nearby. Off I headed to the Cody Homestead. I missed my turn, ended up driving on gravel roads awed by the expanse of dried up past harvest corn fields. They seemed to go on and on and on. Eventually I reached the homestead. It was full of old stuff (of course) and a few things caught my eye.


I chatted with the museum lady for awhile, asked to refill my water bottle and use the bathroom. There wasn't any drinking water and I was directed to the outhouse. At least it was clean but I noticed a well and a hose right next to it that was feeding a toilet-like trough for the homestead's buffalo. I guess it was OK for buffalo and not humans. The buff (I can call them buffs, they are my friends now) were high on the hill. When they saw me they scurried (wrong word, buffalo can't scurry) down to check me out. I guess they must have sensed my bovine connection from Wisconsin. There I had made a great friend of Rib Eye, the big Black Angus bull. Bison are bovine. They must have sensed my good nature. Before you knew it I was DOing something else NEW, I was touching the nose of a buffalo. No lie - I touched the nose of a buffalo. I didn't say he liked it.
I then headed off to the Walnut Cove Pioneer Village. It was full of more old stuff and Vern. I won't call Vern old stuff. He said he was 82 but I never would have guessed.
I parked my car, read the welcome sign, poked my head into the cobbler's store, took some photos (look to he bottom for footwear photos, it was beginning to become a theme today). The place was empty save for a fellow sitting at a picnic table to the rear of the buildings.

"Hello there. Are you the custodian of this great place?" I asked. He was indeed and he invited me to sit down. We chatted for about an hour. He was getting ready to retire after 12 years at the Village. He had taken the job after his wife of 52 years had passed on. They met when he was 19, just before he was going to enlist in the Air Force (Korean War) but he couldn't leave her and he changed his mind opting to work as a mechanic instead. He was too afraid that four years was too long to expect the love of his life to wait. Later in years she developed Alzheimer's. He cared for her day and night for the last 3 years of her life refusing to put her in a nursing home.

I asked what he would do if he retired. He needed to keep his mind and body active and stimulated or he would die. He responded that he wanted to volunteer, maybe go to India on a mission and help people dig wells for water. Nice thought. I suggested he try something more local. I reminded him of VISTA and of course told him about HELPX.NET. He doesn't own a cell phone or a computer. I doubt he will ever look into online volunteer listings.

What a lovely man. He told me I was adorable and then blushed. I think he really needed a bit of SUNSHINE. I guess most people don't just sit down and chat much these days. It impressed him. "Vern, I'd give you my email to stay in touch but you don't have a computer. We can't even be pen pals." He wished I would be in the area a few more days so that we could have more chats. This is his last season at the Village. If you are anywhere nearby go on over, sit a spell, chat about life and tell him Patt says hello.
OK - enough typing. Let me pick some photos and hit the hay for the night. It is onward to NORMAL, ILLINOIS tomorrow and a new CS host. I bet NORMAL ain't so NORMAL, not when PATT gets to town. Oh and if you see that film crew that is supposed to be following me around could you please tell them to get with the program and check in by 4:00pm tomorrow. Thanks.
And now for the day's footwear...