A fresh faced post from Circleville, Ohio. Hey, I am halfway to Whipple! Julie and Bill, come on down and we will jazz up Circleville’s nightlife.
The middle of Ohio is a little creepy. I passed through lots of small towns on the way, and it looked like no one was home in any of the houses…like everyone is at a Klan meeting.
And not much to do out here. Well, maybe cow-tipping. Or snipe-hunting.
I drove 80 miles, and I think I made maybe four turns. ZZZZZZZZ.
“Oh, Birding gods, smile on me tomorrow, and bring this rare, beautiful owl within photo distance.”
“Oh, Parenting gods, help me refrain from locking the kids in the trunk on the way home.”