Heading Home to Mom--TRIP 3

Dressed in color, the Illinois Welcome Center
showed us autumn in all its glory.

We headed across Illinois, avoiding the rain drops. A cold damp sky threatened, but most of the heavy clouds billowed just behind us. We kept moving--past cut wheat fields and red barns, past small towns and dry corn stalks.
I played navigator as we approached the outskirts of Chicago on Interstate #80.

The mighty Mississippi River stretched
before us as we headed toward Chicago.

"I can't believe the tolls," said Andy. "It's gone up like a dollar since we came this way a year ago. But I'm really glad we didn't take #88 with six tolls."
"No different from the bridges in New York," I reminded him.
"True," he agreed.

Jean, Linnea, Bill, Jim, Helen and Andy

No matter.
Over the river and through the woods... we were on our way to Grandmother's house!
It wasn't Thanksgiving Day, but Little Red wove in and out of the Chicago traffic with ease, and Grandma had dinner planned for us.

Helen, Sue and Zan

Five days in the Chicago suburbs gave us time to spend with family and friends, planning dinners together, visiting and enjoying family times.

Andy. Helen, Kyle, Jean, Jim and Sue