Sunday morning arrived which meant it was a day for departure. But first, Mike and Judy took me and mama out to a Sunday morning buffet. The thing I love about these smaller towns is that everyone knows everyone else. It’s really something special. It seems like everyone is related as well. It’s not uncommon to spot your cousin when you are out eating.
Skies were clear and the corn was tall. Saying good-bye is tough but, I never think in terms of good-bye. I always think until we meet again. I will surely return to visit Mike and Judy. They were a riot. As were their pets Fritz and Odie.
On the road, the memories came flooding back. Even though I ran that stretch of route 66 a couple months ago, each days’ details were crystal clear. I can’t believe I can remember the aches, pains, and joys I had at every spot. I even remember the thoughts which went through my mind. It’s so unreal when you consider there is nothing to see on some parts of the road.
I passed the village of Worden which will always hold a place in my heart. It was early June when I passed through and it was a place where guardian angels chose to reveal themselves to me. I thought the village president Frank and his family were on vacation so I didn’t bother to call. I found out later in the day that they had just returned home. Bummer.
I looked forward to seeing the ladies at Liberty Lodge in Fort Leonard Wood. Funny how I feel like everyone is my extended family. The plan was to catch up on Monday. It was going to be a treat. Everything seemed to be going smoothly except for the sudden change in weather. We encountered some very cold rain. It poured and poured. It let up for a bit but the skies were blanketed by dark clouds. There was only one section where a double rainbow tried to peek through. It was nice not shouldering the responsibility of running through the rain. Holiday!!!