After eating chicken & noodles in the Amish restaurant, I began remembering my grandmother's "fat noodles" that she made. So I looked up recipes on the Web, and made a small batch for the first time. We added them to David's chicken soup, and they were sooooooo good!
Last day before the storm gets here, nice temps and sun, so I wandered the woods to see what was new. Lots of fungi! I love the color of this batch.
On the flight home - Mount Baker rises above the Puget Sound Basin, covered with a low fog.
Leaving Denver.
A river winds it's way across the plains in Colorado.
The clouds below us cast shadows over the farmland.
Mountains, likely in Wyoming or Idaho, with some low foggy areas.
Downtown Seattle basks in it's little pocket of sunshine.
The sun came out again, creating shadows in the late afternoon on the leaf-carpeted forest floor.
The huge old oak.
For lunch, we drove to Waldo, Ohio, home of the Famous Bologna Sandwich. 
The sandwiches consist of a huge slice of bologna, grilled and served on a bun with cheese and pickles. They were pretty good, but very filling!
But we had to save space for the Peanut Butter Pie. It was so large that it was all that the three of us could do to finish it off!
John, waiting for Mom and Dad to come home.
Now the wind and rain have come, and leaves are falling off the trees rapidly!
Still some pretty yellow along the lane.
Lots of pretty colors on the ground, now.
In the evening, I met up with childhood friends: me, Debbie, Norma, Susie, and my sister Cris. We all grew up on Adawood Drive, and 40 years later we still have fun!
