Last day on the road. Pictures look grey and cold reflecting the look of winter in the heartland.
Crossing the Mighty Mississippi into Illinois, we left Missouri now seen only in the rear-view mirror. A cold wind began to blow a fine icy mist across the road. We drove on through mile after mile of empty farmland sleeping under a light dusting of snow.
Here and there were pastures sprinkled with horses - their eyes closed, facing away from the wind.
A lone grain elevator stands in a vast plain, beside railway tracks, while Honest Abe presides over a cluster of cherry pickers.
In a few hours, we return full circle to Chicago.
Were we really in warm, sunny Florida just a few days ago?