The last batch. Please to enjoy.
Even the smallest village on our trip had a little cemetery on the outskirts, with headstones dated centuries in the past. It's weird visiting a city in the US that's more than, say, a hundred years old.
There were micro-lakes everywhere -- we rode by a handful every day.
I took lots of pictures of lakes.
Did I mention that it rained every day of the trip but one? Because, yeah, it totally did.
For emphasis, here: it rained a lot.
There were lots of country highways. I feel that my captions are becoming somewhat less inspired.
I_tried leaves me in the dust.
Thomas Kincaid I ain't.
Would you describe the light here as "dappling" the road? 'Cause I would.
This is actually a crop, although damned if I know what of.
And the obligatory artsy shot.