Brussels Ferry (by Smoky) |
Phlox growing beside stream (by Smoky) |
We planned to cross into Missouri near Louisiana, Missouri because we were intrigued by the name. Unfortunately, we could find nothing much to recommend Louisiana, but the road out of town turned out to be fascinating. Rolling hills, neatly cultivated land, tidy farm houses. As the road curved around a bend, we noticed a very old two-story house, one that whispered its story of past elegance. Even though now it had lost the second story porch on the front, the windows were all broken, and the fireplace had crumbled, it was still a compelling dwelling. We couldn't resist its allure, so we grabbed our cameras and walked up to the house to take some photos.
Old house, my version |
Old house, Smoky's version |
Window in old house (by Smoky) |
For a moment when we heard a noise toward the back of the house, I wondered if someone or something might be inside. As I stepped closer to the window, something swooped down right over my head and something else scampered across the grass! Yikes, was this place haunted?
Smoky saw something moving in the tall grass behind the house. My heart raced! Who can resist a good ghost story in an abandoned house?
Well, the house was not inhabited by a ghost, at least not one we saw. The noise we heard was from two large black dogs who were tracking a rabbit. That combined with swallows zooming in and out of the windows provided reasonable explanations for what we had seen and heard.
We spent so much time exploring this morning and afternoon that we had to really focus on driving to get across Missouri and part of Iowa so that we could reach our destination in Nebraska this evening. Fortunately we pulled into the motel just a little before a good-sized storm system was due to hit!
Tomorrow promises rain.
—Shann
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