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A new day. A new life continues.

Traveling through the edge of Missouri.  Xena has it mapped out where we're going.  As she says "let the music begin!"

We've been stopping at every little town, every little park, every little historical marker.  She's on her smart phone constantly, on the internet, looking for places of interest, places of differences.

"Look at that farm!" She would say and I would slow down the van, sometimes stopping or even backing up to get a better look and sometimes getting out and taking pictures of potential paintings.  I take pictures with the little digital camera that I use with its little blue chip that stores the pictures.  Xena uses a little cheap one that she picked up  somewhere, as usual she didn't share how she did that, and transfers the pictures to her little phone and then she transfers the pictures to a program in her little tiny computer that she doesn't use until night after we eat or relax together in the campground we always find.

"Horses," she said all of a sudden.  Out of the blue.

"Horses?"

"Yes, I think that those white fences signifies horse ranches."

We were passing through flat green country, as land that had a lot of horses running around on the green grasses.