Put on Your Thinking Caps, This is Going to Be a Difficult Test

We've been away.
Visiting family...my great nephew, who I'd never met.
Staying at a lake house with a certain flavor of decor...
I just thought that maybe someone, some detective out there would be able to figure out from some pictures and few words, in which part of the country we were the last two weeks.

Warning: If you are allergic to the color red or simply hate it, please turn away.


Here's my little pumpkin great nephew Leo.

It's around every corner...

sitting subtly atop a refridgerator...

...nestled in a shed. (This looks a bit sacrilege. Ever played "corn hole"?)

Even a dock tries its very best to fit in.

If only someone would paint me red, it cried!

Hm. This is getting familiar now.

Remember this person? I didn't know of his existence until at the tender age of 18 I headed in a westerly direction and crossed a few state lines.

Time's running out. Any guesses yet? Anyone? Anyone?

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind.

And the piece de resistance....


All I know is, I'm home now and well, there is less red. I drove past the golf course yesterday and didn't see one golfer in bright red pants. Turns out that the entire world did not change into a horrendously garish red and white place while we were on the road. As a matter of fact, it became relatively normal just a half hour outside of our vacation destination. Whew. That is a relief.

Did you see that lamp?!