Danvers, Illinois

Saturday, October 10, 2015

This morning is turning into a beautiful Fall day, so after our morning walk and breakfast, Yuma and I decided to take the jeep for a ride over to Danvers.

Danvers is about five miles west of our house and has a population of about 1100.  Beautiful horse enjoying the morning.

Still harvesting corn, but the farmers are nearing the end of their season now.

Danvers is a typical small village in central Illinois.  Many of the residents farm part time and work in Bloomington/Normal or Peoria during the week day.

That’s it!  No stoplights, only stop signs.  The village bar is in the nicest building.  There are some nice old homes in the village too. 

Yuma is intently looking out the side window of the jeep as we ride down the road.  We have our pumpkins covering the lights in our driveway.  The first is looking north toward the road and the second is looking down the driveway.

Our fence has been there for many years and is showing it’s age.  We’ve lived here since 1987.  The kids and I put up the fence about 25 years ago.

See you later.

Hiking the Trails

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

As the sun rose this morning, Fergie, Yuma and I took a walk to the swimming lake.  The geese were honking up a storm and taking their morning baths. 

Will be a beautiful day with a high near 70 and breezy.  Dolly and the crew plan to walk trails this morning along the White River.

The trailhead is just west of our camp site, so we are off.  It isn’t long before we are walking along the small White River.

You can see from the white water mark on this oak tree the water can flood this entire area at times.  We follow the river for about four miles as it winds around the reserve.

The trail is beautiful as it follows the river, but soon we reach a large meadow.

We finally end up back at the camp site and it was time for a rest.  We could not believe that Fergie walked the whole time.  Usually, she gets tired and has to be carried, but I think she didn’t want Yuma to think she was a baby.

When we turned off hwy 136 yesterday to our campground, we could see a large church steeple, in the very small town just off the highway in the opposite direction. 

This afternoon, we drove the five miles back to the town of Penfield to see the church.  There are no stores or gas stations in this small farming community, but it did have one beautiful church.  There was very nice log cabin that has been beautifully maintained.

See you later.