I emphasized "trip" in the title, because some people thought I was referring to my great-grandson Trip. Very possible.
He and his brothers, Wolf, Train, and Limo, are very dear to me. If I write in the future about a "limo", say, remember that it is not my descendants of whom I speak.
Now, back to the trip.
We got off at the station at Eau Claire:

Looked for a trip on a Vickers-Armstrong turbo-prop:

Couldn't do it, so we settled for Charlie Fergusson's ballon rides, which we rented to head in a westerly direction for $ 50 per hour:

pix: agence eureka
No comments:
Post a Comment