Not in Fairborn

We had a road trip today. We had been telling him there was nothing to see . . . and then it dawned on us he’d been in rural Indiana for a long time.

At the Golden Lamb.

Pointing out info on the USS Maine.

He selected steak and mashed potatoes; I had salmon and carrots; Der Bingle had swiss steak.

Father Christmas at The Golden Lamb.

Beleaguered Der Bingle.

Cameron’s view crossing the Ohio.

In Kentucky.

Cameron in front of Cincy skyline, Roebling Bridge and, of course, the Ohio River.

Cameron’s view of some of old Cincinnati houses.

The Solid Rock Church of of Interstate 75.

Oh, and another Cameron view.

And another.

Okay, I’m tired.

In Fairborn

Cameron and I are here at the Ohio Redoubt. And Der Bingle is here too, of course. I got it in my head this morning that we could go to The Golden Lamb for lunch since Cameron is a history buff. I don’t know that he is so hot on it after all, but for Heaven’s Sake – 12 presidents and Charles Dickens. We’re going. Too bad we missed the Cratchit Christmas Meal. HA! I can just see Cameron’s face as he actually meets a Christmas goose.

Yesterday, while we were out scouting for Cousin Vinny’s Pizza, we happened upon something we haven’t seen much in Kendallville in the last couple of years. Summer and Cameron and I often went inflatable hunting, but the pickings have been slim. However, here we saw this: