That’s how far away our oldest daughter, son-in-law, and two oldest grandsons live from us. We don’t see them nearly enough. The route takes us around mountains:
Across rivers, which means BRIDGES! Both hands on the wheel, eyes straight ahead, DB, ’cause I’m closing mine!
Indianapolis has some beautiful, classic buildings and impressive war memorials:
Daughter Boo has always been the frugal one in the family. She loves turning trash into treasures.
Son-in-law doesn’t like this one. . . an old, broken door with crushed wine bottle panes. He says it still looks like a broken door.
Son-in-law frequently quotes lines from The Big Lebowski. Our other daughter’s children don’t know his real name. They call him Uncle Dude.
The garage window that isn’t, really.
This side of the garage is strictly for the birds.
Daughter Boo does her trash to treasuring during long Indiana winters. She loves gardening in spring and summer.