We might have seen a few eagles fly over while we were driving along the river road, but we were hungry and decided to stop for lunch in Grafton with no confirmed sightings.
Ruebel's had a delicious menu and wonderful atmosphere with their 1904 World's Fair bar. Dave and I had eaten at the Pere Marquette Lodge when we had gone several years ago (
Click here), but this was a nice alternative. Refreshed, we were ready to head home---not the same way we had gone. . .
On the Brussel's Free Ferry---crossing the Illinois River to a peninsula area of beautiful farmland and rolling hills.
Then, we had to take the Golden Eagle Ferry across the Mississippi River. . .not free.
But, just as we got off that ferry and the sun was starting to set, Brett says, "Look at that dot in the tree---it's an eagle." As chance would have it, there was a gravel area for us to pull off the road and get a closer look
Although, Rachel's was not as blurry as mine, I think you can still see the white head on the eagle!
1 comment:
yah!!! I was hoping there was a good ending...
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