Pitchers fer ya

At the end of the day, I took the van to the gas station to fill up and this 1964 Volkwagon pulled up! 43 years old!

I stop frequently at this location next to a nursing retirement home to go on the porch to get me a coke. I saw my van sitting out there and thought it would make a pretty picture.

Here is a place on the highway out in the rural part of the county that always excites me to this day.

Following the picture above this one becomes this long steady decline that many times I put my pickup in neutral and it feels like it goes a half a mile with no acceleration on my part.

I am reminded that our dad was in the logging business and the big paper mill is down the road for a few miles. Needless to point out, the climb in the road ahead is another part that I never get tire of seeing and driving on.
This is one of the neighborhoods that I pick up a lady and this view to me is awesome.

Early in the mornings, the cats gather at the back door to see the squirrels on the ground and up the pecan trees.

The second cat from the right is Lucy, the one we took in at one day old and she had grown like a weed.