May 25, 1991

Although we romped before going to sleep last night, JoAnna apparently isn't in the mood this morning.

"Bad breath," she confesses to me later when I ask why.  "I don't feel romantic."

Of course, I could have been more insistent.

We shop along Galena's main street.  We buy sweaters, books, old postcards, a tablecloth and napkins, baseball pictures for Andy.  Exactly at now, we continue our weekend driving to Prairie du Chien via Cassville.  We stop at a grocery store to get items for a picnic lunch and then continue on to Stonefield, an historical site maintained by the State, much less interesting than Old World Wisconsin.  The tour of Nelson Dewey's home is probably the highlight.  It's overcast all day, but we miss the rain that drenched Prairie du Chien, which is why our riverboat dinner cruise is cancelled.  We eat at a restaurant where Mo used to waitress and then take a drive to Pikes Peak State Park in Iowa to take in an obscured view of the Mississippi River.  Back at the motel, we fall asleep while watching TV, quickly returning to our old habits.