I was due for a road trip with Dad.
The kind of road trip that leads us down gravel roads and
off beaten paths to country, "God's country", as my Dad calls it.
I never tire of the stories Dad tells of his boyhood, he shows me the schools he attended,
the roads he walked, the family farmsteads and the fields he worked.
It's beautiful country in southern Minnesota, with rolling hills and valleys defining the landscape.
Fall can be especially beautiful if you catch the colors.
We were a little late this year but the sights and smell of country never disappoints!
We saw a lot of this
Smoke billowing around the combines as the farmers bring in the beans
I bet the farmers are appreciating these beautiful fall days extending into November.
One of my very favorite places...
Minimum maintenance road
TRAVEL AT YOUR OWN RISK
This little path leads us about a half mile in to where my
Maternal great-grandparents once lived and farmed the land.
Heres what's left...
the windmill stand that my great-grandpa Benson built himself.
Dad is pointing to where the house used to sit
Appreciating the times spent with my dad, telling stories, his dry humor, and quick wit.
It was a beautiful November day!