We leave the small town of Hannibal, where everyone is related, and you have names like Lynnie, Markie, Shelleybabe, TeddyAnn, and Sunboy. We leave behind businesses with names like Puddin Head and Jumping Frog, Becky this and Tom that. Where the main drink is Sodies and lunch is dinner, and dinner is supper. My children still crack up when, at noon, I call them to dinner. At least I don’t ask them if they want a sodie.
We move on up north, toward Wisconsin.
As we are driving on the boring express ways, we are always looking out for something exciting. I mean the kids are, because I am crocheting and I don’t care what is outside, until someone yells, “HEY! Look at that!”
This is what we saw this time.
Sir Husband said they were fan blades probably around 100 feet in length. It was something to see. And this is what they are used for.
Sir Husband said it wasn’t a good day for the windmills that day. Most were not moving, which means they were not producing electricity. They are only useful when the wind is blowing.
I still thought it was an impressive site. 😀