The cold snap finally broke in the Southeast, so of course we headed northwest for more beastly weather. Because I-40 still has the rockslide detour, we took the I-77 route up through Virginia, West Virginia, and Ohio instead of Tennessee and Kentucky, on our drive to see our daughter and her family in Indiana.
Any time with the grandsons is always treasured. The weather on this trip? In a word, YECH! We are now on our way home, currently lodged in a Bed & Breakfast in West Virginia in hopes that tomorrow we might catch a glimpse of that strange light we used to call the sun.
Perhaps if I share share some pictures of our drive during this trip, you may understand why I feel too foggy to write much.
We went to grandsons’ youth league basketball games (three games and a practice in two days!) On Saturday it seemed that everyone else was going here:
The movie, Hoosiers, was filmed in that building, still the site of basketball games for Butler University.
Most of the city planned to watch the Indianapolis Colts play the Baltimore Ravens on TV or actually attend the game. Indianapolis goes berserk over the Colts and the whole state is nuts over basketball, so the city was sports crazy this weekend. We weren’t surprised to see all the Colts flags and hoopla.
We were surprised to see this guy on someone’s front lawn:
When we went out to dinner Friday night, one might have thought it was a Manning family reunion, so many of of the people in the restaurant were wearing jerseys bearing that name. Heck, some were even OUR family members.
Now for the countryside and the January scenery:
Amazingly, when we drove into Charleston and saw a sign warning of fog the next mile when the light was flashing, it wasn’t flashing. Either the light was burned out or one doesn’tt want to be here when there is a flash-worthy fog.
Let’s hope that it isn’t flashing tomorrow. Time to head home.