The Sunday morning Sue and I headed north from Chattanooga – I drove and she navigated. Those of you who know me, know I collect counties, so as we’re riding Sue says, “Look, if you cut across this back road – you’ll get some new counties.” (No, she doesn’t have every county I haven’t been in memorized, but I had circled a few I still needed on the map.)
Sounded like a plan, so I turned on the back road. The sun was shining, the sky was bright blue – the weather was perfect.
And then suddenly, after going many miles – the road STOPPED!
Just like that!
We had run into the Ohio River. I got out of the car to figure out what was happening. One other car was there – the people looked like they were heading to church – and they waved real friendly like.
The only way across the river was to wait for the ferry.
Which we did. How fun! And free! And unexpected.