Cape Cod Quiet -

So here we sit quietly - no apprehension about breakfast or dinner - no cornfields or prairie or wheatfields out the window, but water and marsh. Home is welcome, yet I think I am about ready to go again.

Next time:
We will go more slowly – lazing in small towns, especially in the late afternoon light –maybe we’ll even talk to people…maybe…and I’ll take time to read books that we find in local bookstores. I have just started reading 2 wonderful journals, written by women – one traveling the Oregon Trial, the other, a homesteader. The hardship is unimaginable. I have a cookbook from Butte, with recipes from the various ethnic groups from which the early miners came. What a vibrant town that once was, a veritable United Nations.
We will picnic more – tho this takes time to organize, and you never really know if you will find a place ahead. I demand a lot of my picnic food and location.
We will be more diligent in reading the local papers
I’ll take fewer clothes, pretty much all black.


Already we are planning a roadtrip to Nova Scotia in mid-September, and I’ve turned my attentions to a food blog I started a couple of years ago - http://www.ostromroad.blogspot.com/

Photos are from Nebraska and Iowa, the final leg!


Final Fox count – 6 of 10
And let’s just say that mozzarella stix are ubiquitous.

Breakfast - the usual - ok -but hardly memorable

Iowa and Nebraska landscape

The LAST picnic of larder remains