Tryon Farm Guest House B&B
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... prices were higher than they have ever been in the Midwestern states. The cause of this was that they shut down 3 refineries at the same time for spring maintenance and that made the prices go up. Some places went up 20 cents a gallon overnight. This of course happened the day before I started on my trip. The price of gas was still $10 less to fill my tank than it was in Regina. After filling my tank with gas I went back to the hotel to get breakfast.
... had been changed since we checked in at Liberia - just in time to see our flight taking off down the tarmac.
The nice lady in United/Continental Customer Service got us booked on a direct flight to Chicago at 2:30, but out luggage was already on its way to Dallas.
It was a much better flight than the two commuter flight legs we were originally booked on - and we arrived in Chicago a couple of hours ...
... Uganda is beautiful and the people were great. We went swimming in the Nile and hung out by the water a lot. After a few nights there, we went back to the farm. Our plan all along was to spend the last few days in Kenya back on the coast and to leave from there. Going back to the farm was kind of weird because I knew it was going to be the last time I was there for a long while. Packing up my things and cleaning up my hut was really sad and VERY surreal. I ...
... we hit Chicago again in the peak hour traffic. We enjoyed being able to see what was on the prairies as we drove through the dark to get to their home. At times along the way we could see harvesters working on their farms with their tractor/harvester lights on but had no idea of what they were harvesting. Daylight proved the crops to be dried corn and soya beans. These were virtually the only crops we saw for the hundreds of kilometers we travelled. I ...
... miles I somehow managed to accumulated in my account. They were burning a hole the size of a boarding pass in my virtual pocket. I craved distance, yet not so great as to overwhelm our limited time off. I needed a distinct departure, but crossing the Atlantic for pleasure, not for business, seemed like an irresponsible betrayal of our Ellie: a frivolous thing no parent should attempt unless prepared to pay for therapy sessions later. It was momentary inspiration, perhaps, ...