I grew up in Donbass (yes, the current war zone), where practically every year delivered to us four seasons, all just like in the natural history school book and the tale of “The Twelve Months”: spring starts with huge icicles in March, followed by a noisy-damp April, after which come the flowering white cherry trees of May; Summer starts with a cool June, leading into a warm July and hot August; September is balmy with the smell of smoke from burned leaves and the Indian summer; October – sad puddles and the first autumn frosts,; November – cold rains and the first attempts of snow; in December – a white surprise in the morning (that one single morning in the whole year when you want to go to school), in January – thaws and snowfalls, and in February – ferocious frosts, blizzards and giant ridge-roofed snowdrifts by the high-rise building walls. And in a little while the first spring streams start to purr under the friable march snow. And then all over again.
For three weeks now we have been resting in this house…
…which is situated near the shore of the delightful Whitefish lake…
…which is situated near the small, cozy town of Whitefish, which is in the north-western (most beautiful) part of Montana.
Driving on the famous I-80 highway through the windy Wyoming and cold Utah…
…through Idaho and its capital Boise…
…through passes and Oregon fogs…
…putting 37 visited states on the rear windshield and adding 42,300 kilometers to the odometer, Foshik once again arrived at the base in Walla Walla, WA, with it finishing the third part of our US expedition.
We liked Denver also due to our imagination that drew leaves and flowers on the picture of the city which is now prepared for the winter.
Also, to add to Denver’s credit the splendid view of the Rocky Mountain.
The severe Wyoming greeted us with the frost, strong winds and icy roads.
Nothing special, just the zebras and camel in the middle of Kansas.
Alla is lighting up the boxes from dynamite that were left by the miners in the salt mine 650 feet underground near Hutchinson, Kansas sixty years ago.
The stud of an unknown specie is expressing a reciprocal liking for Alla.
Missouri’s super project: a 240-mile hiking-biking trail in place of the former railroad.
Fosha, confidently moving west, already arrived in Kansas City, obviously Missouri.
The largest city in the state of Kansas, Wichita, is unique in a way that it has the downtown neighborhoods but is lacking the downtown itself.
The Gateway Arch in St. Louis, Missouri.
We liked this city.
St. Louisans support France.
The girl is congratulating her great grandpa, Robert Hambly, with his 91st Birthday and with receiving France’s highest honor – the French Legion of Honor, for fighting in France in the World War II. He is one of only a few men left that served in three major conflicts: World War II, Korea and Vietnam. Fort Knox, Kentucky.
The Sadam Hussein’s portrait-target with american seals’ autographs displayed in the General Patton Museum in Fort Knox.
Alla is admiring the underground beauty of the longest cave system known in the world – the Mammoth Cave, Kentucky.
The end of the autumn in the smallest out of the largest state cities in the country, the capital of West Virginia, Charleston.
The horse in bottles on the barrel from bourbon.
Alla is breathing in the aromas of the oak barrel, in which over the years a real american bourbon was taking in the color and flavor.
We will memorize the capital of Virginia, Richmond, by the sign with a double meaning: “Our moms run the city”. The Anthem Richmond Marathon.
We will memorize the capital of the Navy forces by cranes and ships in dry-docks.
We will memorize the Shenandoah National Park by the loud dry up-to-our-knees autumn foliage and indicators to the legendary Appalachian trail.
We will memorize the Appalachian Mountains by the small villages with the gas station – store – post office – restaurant in one place.