16 red-tailed hawks...

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...and 1100 miles later. Road trip back to the great frozen north, aka, the farm. Holy crap, it's cold...and snowy.  

Pretty good time really, especially carting around two 70+-pound German Shedders, who whine at the blue signs saying ‘rest area’. They say they have to pee, but I really know they just want to sniff the trees. And a husband who never whines nor sniffs trees, but does have a bladder the size of a walnut, hence we brake at almost every rest area.

FYI, Missouri and Arkansas—you really need to drill in a line for warm water in those outside restrooms. Cripes, a gal could freeze her hands off washing them….just sayin’.   

"My tennis balls are where?"                            "Rest area! Can we stop? Huh?"