Out of Touch...with sunsets!

   Here we go.  Relying on modern technology I find myself cut of touch from my chosen world and stuck with the real one.  My new phone decided to develop a tumor or something and I can't navigate through the black spot on the screen.  I had to stop at a gas station and (gasp) ask directions before buying this quaint paper thing called a map.  You know, those convenient folding things with lines and words written down rather than digital stuff on demand.
     I found my way through a difficult trail section between Morris and Ottawa Il. and got to a campsite on the Hennepin Canal.
I was reminded of a primary reason for visiting central Illinois.

 No place in the world has theses colors and nobody knows why.  The sky becomes an azure blue spackled with wisps and plumes of fiery flamingo  pink changing gradually to dark violet.  As the violet spreads and the blue darkens Venus and Mars peek through like two prying eyes.
I'll be back on the road in a few days.