Sometimes letting the scenery and the traffic carry you along, is preferable to making decisions. Leaving the Flea Market and passing through Grafton, Kat and I talked about having lunch at the Fin Inn. We could easily return from there. Or, we could catch the Brussels Ferry, lunch at Kinder's, and then take the Golden Eagle Ferry home. As the Fin Inn passed us by on the right, our decision was made.
The fall colors and the dancing diamonds from the ferry were particularly pretty on Sunday. Crossing the Illinois River by the Brussels Ferry was free, quick and beautiful. If we had any inkling of turning around on the other side to return; an endless line of cars, trucks, and Harleys kept us moving.
Kinder's was easy to find by following the signs to the Golden Eagle Ferry. We turned off before we actually got to Brussels, but by then had traveled through flaming color and rich, rolling farm land. There is a sweet cemetery high up on a hill along the way, but when we got there it was closed so we just kept moving.
Kinder's was packed when we arrived, but we got a table rigiht away. Then, the wait began. Who cares about waiting when you have some people and scenery that is even more interesting than the river to entertain you? I teased Kat that I hadn't seen so many men (and women) in leather chaps since last Mardi Gras.
Even so, I most enjoyed watching the Golden Eagle depart. It starts with the vehicles behind it and then the tug swings around to the side, attaches, and moves it across the Mississippi River like that.
Our lunch of: fall colors; leather chaps; river romps; burgers and catfish; and, sisterly bonding; was even better than television!
We said our good-byes to Kinder's from The Golden Eagle and enjoyed the ride to the Missouri side of the Mississippi. I wasn't too sure how we'd get home once we got there. Our strategy: follow the Harleys.
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