Day 112: Thistle Lift Your Spirits

The WF got up and walked 10 miles with 10 pounds of extra chicken on his back to the town of Denison, birthplace of Donna Reed. After a nourishing McD lunch, the Fool headed up a medium-sized hill and got on the small, rugged highway 141. While resting just a few hundred yards south of a wind turbine farm, he took a picture of a common flower he'd been seeing and sent it to a friend to see if it could be identified. A few minutes later, his friend called him back and said, "Some kind of thistle, we think."



With this new botanical knowledge firmly in his head, the WF went sound to sleep that evening.