East Michigan on an August morning.
Another close-up of another goldenrod.
Sienna-San taking a nap at the lonely Michigan reststop.
Got going again, seeking gas in earnest. Stopped at some little town and turned off the highway, doing a little exploring. I went much further in than I'd planned, lured in by some free coffee sign--if I had to pay for the gas, why not get coffee thrown in for the same price? I passed a sign for a law firm that amused me: Black, Black and Black. That bounced around in my head...why not "Black, Blacker, Blackest" or maybe "Black(cubed)"? The Old Tucson Studios' "Dewey, Cheatham & Howe" sign kept coming to mind, though I'm sure the Michigan firm was in no way similar...
Finally found the place...cheaper than the immediate competition and free coffee. Ok, but had I known it was so far in, I'd have skipped it. They over-charged me a dime a gallon; I could understand a mistake between the sign and the one pump (lucky me to get the one mis-priced pump), and I did get a refund upon pointing it out...but I was a bit bothered that no one ran out to correct it, either. Undoubtedly how they paid for the free coffee. Mrph.
Properly caffeinated, I went back to the highway and toured the road construction sites of Michigan, stopping at a Meijer's or two along the way, dropping down through Coldwater and over finally to Three Rivers. I don't think I had quite planned it that way...usually I go through Kalamazoo. But my K'zoo pal has passed over the big goldenrod field into the great beyond and I think I got turned around accidentally due to construction anyway. But I knew I was in the right general area so I didn't care which way I got there. It was just a little more involved than the usual path taken, seeing a few more cornfields and farms than the norm. Not that that made any difference, either. ;-)
Called Lorraine to tell her I was around. She'd be busy for awhile, so I took myself to lunch. I'd wanted to try a KFC buffet, and here was one ratchere...they used to offer them at home, but such buffets were ancient history in San Antone. So I had a big plate of chicken and things. Oddly enough though, not really so much; once I got the food I wasn't hungry, darn it. So that food really lasted quite a time. But I enjoyed going and working a puzzle and being amused by the locals. Apparently the KFC was a senior hangout among other things.
After trying to stuff myself stupid, I oozed out and went to the park to walk about (carefully) and visit the critters. There's a petting zoo there, and it is also the local watering hole for fowl beasties.
Canadian goose and lawn ornament.
I guess they are there to goose shy children into sliding.
Three Rivers Poleese Geese.
I peered at some of the animals I could see from where I was, and just looked at the water for the most part. Last time I was here I got caught in the rain. Fairly sunny this round. Got a nice angle of the Oriental-style footbridge.