No shots of the town, but we'll start out in the "Indian trails" between town and the Culver Academies' campus:
Getting on campus, Jeffrey (the dignified, yet snarky English 3 speed) decides to take a breather by the lake:
But, the damn Yanks have decided to park their Howitzers on the shore. What boors!
Finally getting out of town, and on the open road:
Wave a friendly hello to the truck, contemplating another year of farm life:
Having coasted down a huge hill and over the train tracks, we salute a farewell to West End Hibbard, and another sunset:
Crossing the (aptly named) Yellow River. We don't want to get in THAT particular water...
A quick right turn shows us the rolling hills that are a signature of the rolling sand dunes that make up much of the region:
Finally done with the rollers, we're turning left at this intersection,
But not before snapping a shot of the rainbow (home of a particularly pissed off wee-man immigrant)
Another right takes us onto the road the 'rents live on:
Down the hill - can you spot the driveway?
And we're here!
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