I wouldn’t expect y’all to catch it, but I certainly should have.
That picture in the earlier post?

Same location but sunset, not sunrise … sunrise was back in SW Wyoming. It was Wyoming driving into the morning sun.
Losing it, DT … losing it.

(oops …)

Eastward through the night. One thing about US36 in eastern Missouri – gas stations are few and far between … or non-existent on the highway itself.

I refuse to spend money in Illinois unless I can absolutely not avoid it.

So I topped off somewhere back in the middle of Missouri and will make it across I-72 to Champaign and I-74, then one more gas stop just inside Indiana, down 74 to I-275 just outside Cincinnati and on into the hills of eastern Kentucky.

Yee-haw!

This here’s more or less across the road from the home of my Kentucky holler hillbilly side of the family back to the Revolutionary War – relatives as close as 1st cousins spent their lives here.

Mostly ’round here, I’d get invited in for dinner … or shot. My name doesn’t cross over the ridge to the next holler south.

One or more of my parallel lives is here.

This is Daniel Boone country; Boonesborough is not far from here. Deep woods and limestone rocks.

Moonshiners, revenooers, family feuds, good ol’ boys, caves, damn good country fixins for supper, tall and narrow family trees. Lost family cemeteries on top of overgrown hills.

Bugs. Snakes. Humidity.