Southward-Ho: Day 13 (Return to Chicago)

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?

Southward-Ho: Day 12 (Memphis to Champaign)

Watch out for low flying rolls! Passing through Sikeston, MO near the intersection of interstate routes 55 and 57, we encountered the original Lambert's Cafe, where the tradition of throwing hot rolls to diners fresh from the oven, has been practiced since 1976.

To find our table, we passed by dozens of satisfied diners and the smiling lady pounding out Christmas songs on an old upright piano. We poured over the menu that included frogs legs, chicken fried steaks, homemade meatloaf and more.

It was cold outside so we ordered coffee. When they arrived the mugs were large enough to bathe a small child.

Each table had a giant size roll of brown paper towels, and a large plastic weave basket filled with small packets of whipped spread.

After the enormous plates of fried catfish, sweet potato, baked beans, chicken salad, and sliced apples arrived, we were visited by a succession of servers carrying large steel bowls, ladling out oversized spoonfuls of black-eyed peas, fried potatoes and vegetables. And the food tasted better than the tempting aroma.

Eating all we could manage, we trudged out into the winter chill through the gift shop. Visit their website at www.throwedrolls.com

Southward-Ho: Day 11 (New Orleans to Memphis)

Pralines (Praw-lenes), a Creole confection since the French settled Louisiana. Oh the crunchy, sweet melt-in-your-mouth delectable confection available on every street corner shop in The Big Easy.

Each cook has their own secret recipe, and here's one posted in the local newspaper "The Times-Picayune". Bon apetit!

"Microwave Buttermilk Pralines"

3/4 Cup buttermilk

2 Cups Pecans

2 C Sugar

1/8 teaspoon salt

1 tablespoon butter

Vanilla to taste

1 teaspoon baking soda

Stir all ingredients in a microwave-safe glass dish, except for soda. Cook on high for 12 minutes, stirring well every 4 minutes. Add soda, cook on high for 1 minute. Beat by hand for several minutes until glossy. Spoon onto wax paper placed over newspaper. If pralines don't harden, put back in bowl and beat some more.

Southward-Ho: Day 10 (Marianna to New Orleans)

To this Yankee, Christmas trees, holly and mistletoe seem to be in a natural setting solely where drifts of snow cover empty fields, brown lawns and leafless trees. So it's something of a delightful surprise to find them beautifully arranged inside a welcome center in the deep South.

On Route 10, westbound visitors who stop at the Mississippi information center step into a shimmering holiday wonderland.

Feel a chill in the air? Step into the parlor and stand beside the hearth whose mantle is covered with antique dolls.

In the next room, a long table features a miniature village set into drifts of cotton snow.

A beautiful sight ... walkin' in a Southern wonderland !

Southward-Ho: Day 9 (Orlando to Marianna - almost Pensacola)

Lost in Florida. On and on through the swamps, trailer parks and rolling horse country.

The turnpike was under road repair, and closed to traffic for a good stretch of the road between Orlando and Ocala, in the central part of the state.

No detour signs were posted, so the unwary visitor had little idea of where they were, or how far the detour would extend. Even the GPS seemed baffled.
Shortly before dusk we saw a glimmer of hope (and the Mr. Auto Insurance display). What should have been a 6 hour drive from Orlando to Pensacola, stretched into 9 hours on the road. By Marianna, in the panhandle, we surrendered to the rain, darkness and road-weariness.

Southward-Ho: Day 8 (Venice to Orlando)

A few feet into the soft silvery sand of Venice beach, the sandals are quickly shed. It's still a few short weeks before the snowbirds from the rust belt (and Canada) arrive, so it feels like a private beach. Visitors can count the number of fellow beachcombers on one hand.

There's a bikini-clad 20-something girl stretched out on a faded striped beach towel catching some early morning rays.

Standing knee deep in sun-warmed Gulf waves, a lone fellow culls for shells.

The only sounds are the waves, native birds and the soft crunch of steps on the footbridge.

Southward-Ho: Day 7 (Venice to Naples and back)

Thomas A. Edison, holder of 1,093 patents, first came to Ft. Myers, FL in 1885. He spent the next 46 years working on a number of his inventions earning him the title of "Man of the Millenium".

Visitors can walk through his winter retreat and workshop at the Edison Botanic Research Laboratory, located in a quiet residential area of this city. Here you'll see the cot where he took catnaps, a drafting table, scales for measuring, original equipment and apparatus. It feels as though the inventor has just stepped out in the midst of an experiment.

Built in 1927, Edison and a staff of 4 (clerk, chemist, machinist and a glassblower) worked in the lab to develop of source of natural rubber from native plants. It was during WWI that Edison and his partners Ford and Firestone became concerned about the supply of imported rubber.
Next to the workshop is a museum containing many of his original inventions, his home and gardens. Docents are available, or you can wander through on a self-guided tour.

Southward-Ho: Day 6 (Venice)

Trying new places to dine is one of the pleasures of traveling, and one of the best experiences can be found at the Crow's Nest in Venice, FL.

Stone crabs right from the bay, fresh seasonal fruits or Alaskan salmon are just a sampling of the menu, but the real attraction is its location at the edge of the sugar-sand beach.

From the 2nd floor dining room, visitors can watch the small craft sail the intercoastal waterways, see the birds perching on piers or wait for a gorgeous Gulf sunset.

Temperature is in the mid-70's in central Florida. Sitting here in shirtsleeves and sandals and I'm not even thinking of the 30-degree, freezing rain weather in Chicago. Well, yeah ... I am ... and that makes this place even more enjoyable.

Southward-Ho: Day 5 (Tarpon Springs)

The village of Tarpon Springs is the center of Greek culture since the early 20th century. Across the street from the restaurants, sponge shops and bakeries of Dodecanese boulevard, lie the sponge docks. You can walk right up to the boats laden with their catch, and peer into the windows.

At the market sample retsina - the heady bouquet of pine resin jumps up your nose even before you taste the golden wine. Rodites is softer on the tongue.

Halki Market sells olives in bulk at the back of the little grocery with its shelves filled with an array of olive oils and spices.

Next to and adjoining the Hellas Restaurant is the bakery of the name. Shelves are packed with a tempting variety of homemade Greek specialties. Opa!

Southward-Ho: Day 4 (Valdosta to Largo)

What says "summertime" better than bug splats on the windshield? Driving down US 75 to Clearwater, FL we came across this motorcycle hitching a ride on the back of a motorhome.

A few miles later, this mock jet was posed to take off on the side of the road.

Maybe feeling a little guilty enjoying the sunny, warm 60-degree weather, while the folks back home are freezing in 7-degree F. cold.

The corn nuggets at Sonny's BBQ were marvelous.

Southward-Ho: Day 3 (Chattanooga to Valdosta)

Chattanooga, TN to Valdosta, GA should take only 6 hours or so by direct route. We opted to see more of backroads Georgia through pecan groves, small towns, cotton fields and the gorgeous Georgia pines. Took longer, but worth the detour.

Need a deer processed into venison steaks or sausage? You can find a place to have it done in rural Georgia. And, for some inexplicable reason, you'll see a red car perched atop scaffolding - its trunk loaded with boxes decked out in Christmas wrapping.

A few miles later we saw a Tyson truck loaded with chickens, heading into town. Yes, that Tyson.

It's sunny and in the 60's, and we're headed further South.

Southward-Ho: Day 2 (Effingham to Chattanooga)

On and on through miles of leafless trees and stubbled cornfields. 6 hours drive from Effingham, IL to Chattanooga, TN through sheets of rain that might have been snow if it were just a few degrees colder. Watching the temperature gauge climb 32 ... 34 ... 36 degrees as the miles go by. Slogging past trailer parks, KOA campbrounds, a watertower for the City of Metropolis, IL - the self proclaimed "Hometown of Superman," decorated with his logo.

A yellow truck towing a trailer loaded with dead bucks. Wondering if he's a hunter, or that's roadkill.

Arrived in Chattanooga by nightfall and discovered the delightful Mt. Vernon restaurant. This city is also home to the National Military Park, Rock City, Ruby Falls, the Lake Winnepesaukah amusement park and the famous Chattanooga Choo Choo.

Southward-Ho, escaping the Snow: Day 1 (Chicago to Effingham)

The late autumn sky shrouded Chicago like damp quilt batting. Its skyscrapers blurred in a light fog. A layer of snow had already dusted the browning lawns. Then news came of a mega snow storm blowing in from the west. That’s all it took to send us packing. Within a few hours, we were on the road heading south.

The last of the late crops were being harvested from the nearly scoured cornfields.

Five hours from the city to downstate Effingham, driving through small towns, newer suburbs, endless flat acres of farmland.