We spotted windmills in middle America from the train.

I spotted a great photo opportunity as the train snaked right in front of the setting sun. Alas, my camera wasn’t there in time, I missed it. Here’s the sunset from the other side of the train as we turned.

Erika’s step-brother Rob very kindly met us at the train station at half past midnight. We stayed with him in Lawrence. Thanks Rob. There was snow in Lawrence when we arrived.

Inside Rob’s house we were greeted by the largest television I have ever seen. This thing is huge!

Rob’s friend Sean (aka Cletus L Bigsby) very kindly drove us to Wells Overlook. Thanks Sean. The sky was particularly striking.

From the top of the tower we were able to look out over big flat Kansas.

I don’t want to mislead you though, Kansas is not entirely flat.

Here’s the back of Erika’s head set against the striking sky.

We were duly warned, although we only noticed when leaving the park, that vandals will be prostituted!

After the lookout and a tour of Lawrence we hit the local grocery store. Literally, a local store. Many products listed the precise distance they had travelled to reach the store. The organic selection was wonderful. There were some very green bananas.

There were also some not quite so red bananas. I was impressed by the selection of multi-coloured bananas!

This final shot I took this evening while walking home.

That concludes this latest installment of pictures from the road. I’ll soon be in Arizona learning to ride a motorcycle which will signal the next major chapter in my nomadic adventures. Pictures to follow…

Here’s the car after we finally got it parked.

Here’s a shot of the house, Osborne Farm.

I had a great time. It was a welcome change to see a bit of snow. It’s a completely different way of life in places like this. Visiting rural America is an interesting experience. However, as much fun as the snow was, I’m glad to be back in rainy New Jersey.

I can’t remember what I was trying to capture in this first shot, but this is all I could see…

I wonder what’s not supposed to park here? Reindeer? Snowmobiles?

Or perhaps this is what happened to the last car that ignored the signs. I wonder if it’s warm under there…

It’s important the snow has somewhere nice to sit in Montreal.

Perhaps now you might have a feel for why I’m choosing to depart from bonny Canada in search of warmer shores. If I had all the winter gear (waterproof everything, boots, lined trousers, thermals, etc) then it might be fun, but travelling with two pairs of jeans it’s definitely not. Viva Las Vegas!

Firstly, the so-called “Streetcars” that whisk passengers around Toronto.

Snow angels anyone?

This is what happens to beer bottles left outside overnight…

A random house I spotted in Saranac Lake a few weeks ago.

Here endeth this installment.

Nothing like a little snow to make me glad I work from home!