18FEB2012
Fall Barn on the rolling hills of Wisconsin.
Dotted across the carpet of fall foliage that is America many miles from nowhere we stumble across this fantastic view. Again we are in search of an elusive gristmill that we cannot find. We are way out in the countryside, frustrated and OK we probably smell for it has been days since we have had visited a hotel our clothes hold the lingering smell of last nights campfire. Sitting on the tailgate I enjoy the smooth scent of mustard that garnishes my bologna sandwich Linda has prepared for me as we formulate a plan of attack, it's getting late and time is short we need to locate this mill. Round and round the map goes, where could this gristmill be.....
Fall Barn on the rolling hills of Wisconsin.
Dotted across the carpet of fall foliage that is America many miles from nowhere we stumble across this fantastic view. Again we are in search of an elusive gristmill that we cannot find. We are way out in the countryside, frustrated and OK we probably smell for it has been days since we have had visited a hotel our clothes hold the lingering smell of last nights campfire. Sitting on the tailgate I enjoy the smooth scent of mustard that garnishes my bologna sandwich Linda has prepared for me as we formulate a plan of attack, it's getting late and time is short we need to locate this mill. Round and round the map goes, where could this gristmill be.....
18FEB2012
Fall Barn on the rolling hills of Wisconsin.
Dotted across the carpet of fall foliage that is America many miles from nowhere we stumble across this fantastic view. Again we are in search of an elusive gristmill that we cannot find. We are way out in the countryside, frustrated and OK we probably smell for it has been days since we have had visited a hotel our clothes hold the lingering smell of last nights campfire. Sitting on the tailgate I enjoy the smooth scent of mustard that garnishes my bologna sandwich Linda has prepared for me as we formulate a plan of attack, it's getting late and time is short we need to locate this mill. Round and round the map goes, where could this gristmill be.....
Fall Barn on the rolling hills of Wisconsin.
Dotted across the carpet of fall foliage that is America many miles from nowhere we stumble across this fantastic view. Again we are in search of an elusive gristmill that we cannot find. We are way out in the countryside, frustrated and OK we probably smell for it has been days since we have had visited a hotel our clothes hold the lingering smell of last nights campfire. Sitting on the tailgate I enjoy the smooth scent of mustard that garnishes my bologna sandwich Linda has prepared for me as we formulate a plan of attack, it's getting late and time is short we need to locate this mill. Round and round the map goes, where could this gristmill be.....