You can't read this, but it says "Phelps Funeral Home." They're set up for a service. And you never know when one of the mourners might have to answer a call of nature.
Good thing for the blue-painted feet.... I'd never have believed this was the way. It was kind of like being on a Hash Run, with "clues" often leading to "Bad Trails."
But there were so many truly beautiful moments....
Including this outdoor wedding -- a Hatfield and a McCoy -- with an Elvis lookalike doing an amazing rendition of "I Can't Help Falling In Love With You."
"...And I leave my Christmas lights on on my front porch all year long..."
The Green Mile
WrayJean and Kathy still look great... what happened to me?
Scenic view on the drive home
On the way home
I was surprised, that evening after driving home right after the marathon, at how tired I wasn't. It caught up with me the next day. Ouch. Yawn. This is Day 2 afterwards, and although I'm not as tired, my quads are still sore.
I'll post more pictures if I ever figure out what's wrong... and if I can't post more pics, I'll get wordy.