Delaware Crossing

It is an unbelievably beautiful day outside, this is what all those humid and unbearable days should aspire to be like! It is so lovely I do believe I'll jump with joy. (Please note the cute dog in the background of the jumping pic).
Check out this old barn and rusted old truck, I wish I could have gotten closer but alas there was a watery divide.

The Indian Rock Inn, where anyone who is anyone goes to take pictures. Oh, that's just me? It's an exclusive club, feel free to join.

God Bless America, and the Indian Rock Inn, and also bridges, because somebody's gotta.

So kind of someone to leave these stools here.

Cool bridge is cool.

Today I learned Hunterdon County is really old. Who knew. I thought it just sprung up in existence when I moved here. Tomorrow I'm starting an archeological dig in my backyard.

The bridge is very scenic, here is an old barn/house/unknown stone building.

Surprise! Now I'm in New Mexico. Just kidding, but doesn't this church look like it?!

More bridges, we got plenty of those. A winery is to the left of this bridge if you need a little liquid courage before continuing your journey.

This just in: The Delaware River is pretty. Over and out.

Sitting in the car: A self portrait

Just in case you were wondering what I was doing at 10:45 am, here you go.

Check out that foot, that is a nice foot. Also, hello road, here's to hoping you rise to meet me (I'm Irish dontcha know).

Cool old barn is cool.

Here is a gift shop for all your gifting needs. I just realized how vague the term gift shop is. What exactly does a gift shop sell? Who are we gifting for? So many questions.

If you squint can you see the floating bench? Not too sure how you get to it, but so cool!

People bike here, like A LOT. Way more than anywhere else I've ever been, and they are not messing around, they all channel Lance Armstrong á la  Tour de France with the whole racing suit getup. It's business time.

Back to the crossing of the Delaware River. Just call me George Washington.