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    "Cape" Part II

    July 22, 2016

    I awoke around 7:30 a.m. and stopped into the Cup and Cork for a quick coffee.

     

    Later, I drove to the local library to blog; then, I returned back to Main Street to Socials Cafe.

     

    I devoured a ginormous salad, an angel food cupcake, and a chai.  

     

    Next stop:  cross bridge and meander along southern Illinois.

     

    I crossed 146, took the Great River Road (route 3) north, jumped back on 146, then joined 127.  

     

    I ended up in what is called the Shawnee Hills region of Illinois.  

     

     

    Rural and gorgeous:  Kellison was right to direct me here.

     

    It was a cool overcast day.

     

    Yes!  

     

    How I ended up driving 95 miles on my "off day" is easy to explain.  

     

    Empty, rural, winding, picturesque roads beckoned. 

    It's like diving into a swimming pool: submerging yourself into a valley and emerging out of it.  

     

    Over and over again.  

     

    Grabbing the clutch and letting go of the throttle, I gave into the motorcycle free fall.

     

    At times, the speedometer read up to 40-mph -- other times 60-mph.

     

    Exhilarating.  

     

    Then, I saw signs for wineries. 

    Made perfect sense.

     

    Valleys and vineyards go hand in hand.   

     

    I stopped at three different vineyards (there were many more).  

     

    While I wanted to sample and try all the varietals offered, I could not.

     

    Motorcycle riding and wine drinking? 

     

    Nope.  

     

    Instead, I took pictures of the beautiful vineyards which were open to the public.  I wandered around with no supervision.

     

    That's how it is in southern Illinois.

    I arrived back to my temporary home close to 5 p.m.

     

    The day escaped at a much faster rate than I had anticipated.  

     

    When I arrived back, "A" wanted to take to Minglewood Brewery

    Beer brewed locally?  

     

    Sure!  

     

    I ordered a $9 flight.

     

    Abbey Ale, English Pale Ale, Irish Stout, Kolsch, and Spring Saison.

     

     

    Unfortunately, I was unable to finish this -- even over a five-hour period.  

     

    Did I mention how huge the portions are around here?  

     

    I asked the owner if I could take pictures of where the work happens;  he agreed.   

     

    I thought about how easy it is to romanticize wine and beer-making.

     

    I know better.  

     

    Just look closely into the eyes and face of an owner/operator; the wear and tear of toil is evident.  

     

     

    We closed the evening just before midnight.

     

    I was supposed to leave for Sainte Genevieve in the morning.

     

    Instead, I was encouraged to stay another day (for free) and relax a bit more.

     

    The old me would have said, no.  

     

    Instead, I said, yes.  

     

    I opted for an extra day to blog, do some laundry, and have a chill Saturday.

     

    Plus, I was encouraged to have breakfast at the Hickory House in Jackson, Missouri.

     

    Feeling fortunate, I cuddled closely with my pillows knowing I had another night in a quiet, comfortable bed.  

    Until we meet again, my friend.  

     

     

      

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

      

     

     

     

     

     

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