tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9617669891822513152024-03-16T10:38:43.209-04:00We Are The WorldPoofhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13705099163872400043noreply@blogger.comBlogger1633125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961766989182251315.post-31184884132233126972024-03-08T12:49:00.006-05:002024-03-08T13:00:08.923-05:00A Cloudy Afternoon at the Library<p>I had an hour or two to spare on a cloudy weekday so I spent a little time at the libary (sic). Like a kid in a candy shop, I ran shelf to shelf grabbing whatever sparked my interest. I then found a table overlooking a very plush lawn, took off my jacket and began flipping through the books. I haven't done a book review in ages, so I decided to review my stack.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUmIgjLDmRtDbxnD8v4vTY-q3BqNpvuBlpxFOEtBmc0k0-Va2ib6y8LNUDPS-UXPGJxuXowrCA4Q1LjcdlEOhwQ6XRMAv5A2VydB8MjeS45W8n9Vs37D9atvaoHHQGsCWbG2gdPmwQxM2g4UYa9Szxa9rDbbLwNhixWK58NNdOnyj46N4k1Kr_v3tsBGs/s1325/Screenshot_20240308-115834-654.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1325" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUmIgjLDmRtDbxnD8v4vTY-q3BqNpvuBlpxFOEtBmc0k0-Va2ib6y8LNUDPS-UXPGJxuXowrCA4Q1LjcdlEOhwQ6XRMAv5A2VydB8MjeS45W8n9Vs37D9atvaoHHQGsCWbG2gdPmwQxM2g4UYa9Szxa9rDbbLwNhixWK58NNdOnyj46N4k1Kr_v3tsBGs/s320/Screenshot_20240308-115834-654.png" width="261" /></a></div><p>My stack: Painting Outdoor Scenes in Watercolor, Watercolor Life, 15-Minute Watercolor Masterpieces, Hot Springs Drive, Sargasso Sea, Above the Salt, Create Your Own Cozy, 5-Minute Sketching Architecture, Making Art From Maps and Junk Gypsy.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTVr5mt46-Usq2Wgx4AYgeQbfvuCoT72jE2noeAMPLqj1r_suZ6xwlR0c95CQqHJ2TftXpAAUyP3DgWi-8V3NQ6fEXBrF1WlhOaKgogDinSHM1s9-4-F31fpURUcE_sYNqsLE__lxr8v25vCJkdB_Kr6h4cVnDh0Ul_pFgdjUHWgxooHWQoR3o4Ipa5xw/s1128/IMG_20240308_104327267.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1104" data-original-width="1128" height="313" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTVr5mt46-Usq2Wgx4AYgeQbfvuCoT72jE2noeAMPLqj1r_suZ6xwlR0c95CQqHJ2TftXpAAUyP3DgWi-8V3NQ6fEXBrF1WlhOaKgogDinSHM1s9-4-F31fpURUcE_sYNqsLE__lxr8v25vCJkdB_Kr6h4cVnDh0Ul_pFgdjUHWgxooHWQoR3o4Ipa5xw/s320/IMG_20240308_104327267.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p><b>Making Art From Maps</b> was supercool. I've always loved tearing up and marking old maps, using them in my junk journals or using them as a cover to a hand-made journal. This book has a lot of great ideas and includes some difficult projects. There were one or two projects I thought I might make someday.</p><p>I did not check this book out of the library because I would need to keep it for several years and that's a lot of overdue fees.</p><p><b>Create Your Own Cozy: 100 Practical Ways to Love Your Home and Life </b>was also unique and very cool. It is interactive with several questionnaires to help you find your cozy.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuslanQUPrVq2GDaBrpQPkMRN-Ee-BuwVqOLaSKtUqhaogp7FjPB-XND1jmyoTkhXjGMFw419VZqmFLQguDmmnlIHsWT-jSeqppI54z5BmDHQWLAauGhn90XAtdIHQcyjYJHaysAgbXfzkJEOEx5rgVT-W1QjdmmrKtqjtmgKGVb10hobyVawb2Cb5mmE/s1192/IMG_20240308_105927602.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1192" data-original-width="1072" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuslanQUPrVq2GDaBrpQPkMRN-Ee-BuwVqOLaSKtUqhaogp7FjPB-XND1jmyoTkhXjGMFw419VZqmFLQguDmmnlIHsWT-jSeqppI54z5BmDHQWLAauGhn90XAtdIHQcyjYJHaysAgbXfzkJEOEx5rgVT-W1QjdmmrKtqjtmgKGVb10hobyVawb2Cb5mmE/s320/IMG_20240308_105927602.jpg" width="288" /></a></div><p>Also there is a home maintenance list for each month of the year which I think would be very helpful so I wrote them down. Things like "Inspect electrical cords for wear and fraying" one month. Other months include "clean out your medicine cabinet," "Check your attic for ventilation issues and mold," "Clean your kitchen and bathroom exhaust fan filters," "Vacuum your dryer lint filter (<i>who knew?!</i>)," "Oil your garage door opener and chain," "Check that indoor and outdoor vents are not blocked," "Insulate outdoor spigots and bring in hoses," and many other things you may not think about. </p><p>I did not check this book out, I left it in the re-shelf pile because I'm already quite cozy with my life.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd2dw8Rn4Pz17UXmwzgEBWdjxcIGOe4oqc5yA1SQ3pQ0Y5Lpx45YHcePbsBqbqmWVAdtRyrOeGgJrLJbNTCQkFju59yt3Z4NtTTFK_gLyY6BNFZRi6dtNHNGbfHHVZ0KqdeF3BWMSdhhOPY-ThyVMvXD00IAUHXC6gxPxJhGu9fIdqz146Gep1Hhe86so/s1600/IMG_20240308_105944769.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd2dw8Rn4Pz17UXmwzgEBWdjxcIGOe4oqc5yA1SQ3pQ0Y5Lpx45YHcePbsBqbqmWVAdtRyrOeGgJrLJbNTCQkFju59yt3Z4NtTTFK_gLyY6BNFZRi6dtNHNGbfHHVZ0KqdeF3BWMSdhhOPY-ThyVMvXD00IAUHXC6gxPxJhGu9fIdqz146Gep1Hhe86so/s320/IMG_20240308_105944769.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><p><b>Junk Gypsy: Designing a Life at the Crossroads of Wonder and Wander </b>by Amie Sikes and Jolie Sikes. <i>I know, right?</i> This is so me. I bet you think I checked this one out. I did not. I love the book though, but it's another one I'd need to keep for a few years.</p><p>The book is full of examples to "spark your creative spirit" and DIY projects. It's a beautiful book, I enjoyed just looking at all the pages. </p><p>"..the greatest parts of the road trip are the spontaneous, unplanned pit stops -- the greasy spoon, roadside diners, the endless historical markers, and the waiting-to-be-discovered side roads."</p><p>The book involves flea markets, restoring second-hand junk, a strong, curious desire to repurpose and sometimes resell. There's advice for what you need in your Junker's Toolbox, what to keep in your vehicle to aid and abet junking and a section with Pro Tips so you don't have to learn the hard way. At least for a few things. It has tons of DIY hints and projects. There's a Flea Market Field Guide. And there's even a couple recipes.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHj1PPbsgcTD1Gn25UY1131KU1J0X-jw5q3Lv4Q-GOFL5buXGix0ttO2GojfrhaZnjYn_Zo_Ed64mf09UvwCkeZThFC2q2eM4ky1f26gjFo16r9Ecf_okGsGNM7UwLsyXr0Kcvlg5IzCmwTPvOIadE6Ibngptpv5se85dx6avYYOoL_BYS4Gd4AhyphenhyphencgGM/s1421/IMG_20240308_111239025.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1421" data-original-width="1192" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHj1PPbsgcTD1Gn25UY1131KU1J0X-jw5q3Lv4Q-GOFL5buXGix0ttO2GojfrhaZnjYn_Zo_Ed64mf09UvwCkeZThFC2q2eM4ky1f26gjFo16r9Ecf_okGsGNM7UwLsyXr0Kcvlg5IzCmwTPvOIadE6Ibngptpv5se85dx6avYYOoL_BYS4Gd4AhyphenhyphencgGM/s320/IMG_20240308_111239025.jpg" width="268" /></a></div><p><b>Watercolor Life: 40 Joy-Filled Lessons to Spark Your Creativity</b> by Emma Block. I left it and you should, too. Actually, it would be good for beginners. It briefly explains color theory and techniques. Sure enough, there are 40 lessons for you to paint through.</p><p><b>15-Minute Watercolor Masterpieces: Creative Frame-Worthy Art in Just a Few Simple Steps</b> by Anna Koliadych. This gives a little better watercolor instruction than the previous book. It's for beginners and intermediates. There is more discussion about techniques and several lessons you can follow.</p><p>I probably should have checked this one out, but I didn't. I wish I had. It seemed a little too simplistic though.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0WNVNcdaUOuIi0M903sw94tpeTjx4WLtZL6xnPtIUB2jH0wRaAqkGeJwUQTwe7_rklV5gIrmz8wvnBU3ZJsCJaky1_rHdpxWnBUrSwTPDEO5UM0gm4YrPZ0pz3NKJJS9bGDsdPJI8nGq6ae92KVe_uO1plzl9XWZdHE4ROJdJAwATPWWedajd-S1TtYk/s1532/IMG_20240308_112726729.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1532" data-original-width="1128" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0WNVNcdaUOuIi0M903sw94tpeTjx4WLtZL6xnPtIUB2jH0wRaAqkGeJwUQTwe7_rklV5gIrmz8wvnBU3ZJsCJaky1_rHdpxWnBUrSwTPDEO5UM0gm4YrPZ0pz3NKJJS9bGDsdPJI8nGq6ae92KVe_uO1plzl9XWZdHE4ROJdJAwATPWWedajd-S1TtYk/s320/IMG_20240308_112726729.jpg" width="236" /></a></div><p><b>Painting Outdoor Scenes in Watercolor</b>, by Richard K. Kaiser. Excellent book. Very, very in-depth with many techniques, tools and supplies. I might need to buy this one. But for now, I have it for four weeks. I might need donations towards my overdue fees, I'll let you know.</p><p><b>Above the Salt</b>, a novel by Katherine Vaz. I normally do book reviews AFTER I read the book. Writing this before I read the book is just a summary, not a review. So here goes... The sleeve reads, "An irresistible and sweeping love story that follows two Portuguese refugees who flee religious violence and reignite their budding romance in civil-war America." Based on a true story. I think I'll like this because of the historical nature. I typically enjoy historical novels. I want to get a sense of what it was like to grow up in Portuguese poverty and religious persecution with a missionary father who was martyred. Errr.... sort of.</p><p><b>Hot Springs Drive</b>, a novel by Lindsay Hunter. "Jackie wants to be many things, but a martyr has never been one of them." So there we are, again with the martyrs. I might need to be psychoanalyzed. She reinvents herself, so that sounds interesting. I often think of doing that, but I lack ambition. We'll see if I make it through the whole book, I'll let you know.</p><p>So that's it. Here's my take-home pile:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAuAwP-b2CZT7c3f1HO05q-apsWkhMWVcnRmJ755tcDqEKEKCRvNtE9JSoGKJ6_CX8YvD2tCkc8RL5s7wGsbAF80FAkREdAw-TJdTD5ZO_bAZVgu5yRMWogxMZVxbyjiaFMCSfJzzyrH8yT5PQyIEkresObKyP7Wkxa3Ll4nVIIghyFAFLIn7CnxKU-0M/s1200/IMG_20240308_114413961.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1057" data-original-width="1200" height="282" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAuAwP-b2CZT7c3f1HO05q-apsWkhMWVcnRmJ755tcDqEKEKCRvNtE9JSoGKJ6_CX8YvD2tCkc8RL5s7wGsbAF80FAkREdAw-TJdTD5ZO_bAZVgu5yRMWogxMZVxbyjiaFMCSfJzzyrH8yT5PQyIEkresObKyP7Wkxa3Ll4nVIIghyFAFLIn7CnxKU-0M/s320/IMG_20240308_114413961.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p>Happy Reading!</p><p><br /></p>Poofhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13705099163872400043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961766989182251315.post-63696811929390295652024-03-04T10:13:00.006-05:002024-03-04T10:15:16.024-05:00Sunday Satchel: College Kid<p>It's been a long time since I did a Sunday Satchel post. It was a lot of fun to go through this college kids purse.</p><p>Most questionable: a fried chicken key ring with no keys.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghnpZ0X92X4axkVR2sYYpAwrGJ9ksjbWqO2lNWKXdpTIivu4lOi2Y-XFyssCcFcBpv_DHlWWdoS-jtVLnQRZd1TJUAbDy3hAAeg4OkUj3SlKxtx_fB6uc-nPc5yPQmEuwQHFQSHoH9Cd5EBby5Knf_wlWux_iG6JWDiQshwodJuqEMOFb-uqx3NAXdbGg/s1734/IMG_20240302_152353250_HDR.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1734" data-original-width="1518" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghnpZ0X92X4axkVR2sYYpAwrGJ9ksjbWqO2lNWKXdpTIivu4lOi2Y-XFyssCcFcBpv_DHlWWdoS-jtVLnQRZd1TJUAbDy3hAAeg4OkUj3SlKxtx_fB6uc-nPc5yPQmEuwQHFQSHoH9Cd5EBby5Knf_wlWux_iG6JWDiQshwodJuqEMOFb-uqx3NAXdbGg/s320/IMG_20240302_152353250_HDR.jpg" width="280" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">An ant-like caterpillar rainbow thing.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A taser.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Happy earbuds pack.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0wjWeK-52vYVdgx8VwRVuewEFC7ljDymoj1L3CslHMtk85Uyqdh2Q4SRMLvxCYk_dmCGbtrvcupyCaxq3oLi0eBPIawt6fE59bipmiL2x26cRR5wGXGvB06G_9RAQOhEjC9FGtHpS0Nhyphenhyphenxgfp1C55uXMMwXVG2J83oOFbooGCXZLtW6KtBcffJIh_FDk/s4000/IMG_20240302_152301883_HDR.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0wjWeK-52vYVdgx8VwRVuewEFC7ljDymoj1L3CslHMtk85Uyqdh2Q4SRMLvxCYk_dmCGbtrvcupyCaxq3oLi0eBPIawt6fE59bipmiL2x26cRR5wGXGvB06G_9RAQOhEjC9FGtHpS0Nhyphenhyphenxgfp1C55uXMMwXVG2J83oOFbooGCXZLtW6KtBcffJIh_FDk/s320/IMG_20240302_152301883_HDR.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Chick Fil-A ice cream card.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJOtrWkhGS-oiZLYbcR7fnfrIpNj3rX8mIcSUInsSsS55SL3FWpByk6d2p7YkReoMS-H9B1m-TkcepoLNZBolKgTXumaZhndEFlpahxSfuNCQU4KGMA14GcPhJu3TbkX3OJxO8DjsDRUcPBZkeyPfhWEQBttCMpMOWdk_l-Bhah0fi7DcI0eWC9WXAzWY/s1829/IMG_20240302_152251567_HDR.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1444" data-original-width="1829" height="253" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJOtrWkhGS-oiZLYbcR7fnfrIpNj3rX8mIcSUInsSsS55SL3FWpByk6d2p7YkReoMS-H9B1m-TkcepoLNZBolKgTXumaZhndEFlpahxSfuNCQU4KGMA14GcPhJu3TbkX3OJxO8DjsDRUcPBZkeyPfhWEQBttCMpMOWdk_l-Bhah0fi7DcI0eWC9WXAzWY/s320/IMG_20240302_152251567_HDR.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">2 bottles of perfume. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(Full size not purse minis)</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfWJXAuPEpwjNXMq4AcFJ9OOtIAMDq7_K5NQf_qSanatODSaMcuCo6gBrNWHD9d8_sjiGHgambhfGFJ5dkU96jIkw8qc9tB_p_LyW5d3cyPC6UYgbgrUAsofaxYTGQandjubj-Sq4t3NRig2clZStWPwLC_07nZ01Y2w73ON66hfJ9FKryNR6Yf96dMkw/s3253/IMG_20240302_152255225_HDR~2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3253" data-original-width="2155" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfWJXAuPEpwjNXMq4AcFJ9OOtIAMDq7_K5NQf_qSanatODSaMcuCo6gBrNWHD9d8_sjiGHgambhfGFJ5dkU96jIkw8qc9tB_p_LyW5d3cyPC6UYgbgrUAsofaxYTGQandjubj-Sq4t3NRig2clZStWPwLC_07nZ01Y2w73ON66hfJ9FKryNR6Yf96dMkw/s320/IMG_20240302_152255225_HDR~2.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A two dollar bill. ❤️</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjcArT9rdkxTiCNrjjRx24mL6W7AddVXmcVwIYX-Z9KQjriK-ztsUYnMxEqO1GoyeMZNRyv-0ANvPe7XIAOr-quA-mLXXLf8TEPFGARX-MfdKzt_F-W7Tpd6mTTf4g7KdmHocZtS3-_Pg4CK_n8Y2zxs1ozfXwDuqwbBUP_iZjDG5SP-oWzOBPFW94S8c/s3159/IMG_20240302_152245090_HDR.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3159" data-original-width="3000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjcArT9rdkxTiCNrjjRx24mL6W7AddVXmcVwIYX-Z9KQjriK-ztsUYnMxEqO1GoyeMZNRyv-0ANvPe7XIAOr-quA-mLXXLf8TEPFGARX-MfdKzt_F-W7Tpd6mTTf4g7KdmHocZtS3-_Pg4CK_n8Y2zxs1ozfXwDuqwbBUP_iZjDG5SP-oWzOBPFW94S8c/s320/IMG_20240302_152245090_HDR.jpg" width="304" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Several lip glosses & hair accessories.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjytcOId2i_2io13FwEMBhooJ6IIJI_wa1W-F36o1l4tBlbxW0kYvw_4GEaqmAA4c-hxbLaQcaYNa1hyF6U99g2POKy4RBiD9lxhjHzWezE7eXZiT5JnhlfZu1Ua6C9eIbv0Sun5Fb9OhOlfsI1YmAuJrPhSv8LwoFvFHYuD6VboFLfvhnFX0tiM2XfcGk/s4000/IMG_20240302_152241295_HDR.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjytcOId2i_2io13FwEMBhooJ6IIJI_wa1W-F36o1l4tBlbxW0kYvw_4GEaqmAA4c-hxbLaQcaYNa1hyF6U99g2POKy4RBiD9lxhjHzWezE7eXZiT5JnhlfZu1Ua6C9eIbv0Sun5Fb9OhOlfsI1YmAuJrPhSv8LwoFvFHYuD6VboFLfvhnFX0tiM2XfcGk/s320/IMG_20240302_152241295_HDR.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p>Thank you for playing, please exit to your right.</p>Poofhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13705099163872400043noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961766989182251315.post-84193801545420654692024-02-27T05:09:00.000-05:002024-02-27T05:11:35.745-05:00The Overriding Providence of GodAs I enter week 2 of my physical suffering with intense pain, I ponder about the spiritual aspect. I have been seeking a reason God would allow this suffering to continue.<div><br /></div><div>I certainly believe in natural consequences and inconveniences in life but I equally believe in spiritual consequences and the spiritual aspect of our everyday commonplace moments.</div><div><br /></div><div>I found an interesting phrase in a devotional about forgiveness written by the late Dr. Jack Hayford. Coincidentally, I have been wrestling with forgiveness for 3 weeks. Forgiveness and its impact on reciprocity.</div><div><br /></div><div>For example. I treated these people well, they did not treat me well, do I just move on or continue treating them well? I know the general Biblical answer and the specific answer for this specific situation. (I need to forgive and continue trying to be kind, even generous to them.)</div><div><br /></div><div>So this devotional on forgiveness in my inbox caused me to pause.</div><div><br /></div><div>And I found this interesting phrase that I had to dig into.</div><div><br /></div><div>"... pure faith in the overriding providence of God."</div><div><br /></div><div>And it brought me back to my current suffering in pain.</div><div><br /></div><div>With this physically painful situation that I have done everything in my power to resolve, do I have faith in the overriding Providence of God?</div><div><br /></div><div>Let's define those words.</div><div><br /></div><div>Overriding. 1. More important than any other consideration. 2. Extending or moving over something especially while remaining in close contact.</div><div><br /></div><div>Providence. 1. The protective care of God. 2. God as providing protective or spiritual care. 3. Timely preparation for future eventualities.</div><div><br /></div><div>Interesting.</div><div><br /></div><div>Do I have faith in the overriding providence of God regarding my physical suffering and tremendous, extended pain?</div><div><br /></div><div>Can I rest in this moment of my life? Can I stop fighting for resolution and accept that God has my best interest at heart and that He is aware of - and possibly has planned for - this suffering?</div><div><br /></div><div>If I accept that, what changes? </div><div><br /></div><div>What if the suffering is not the result of natural circumstances in an earthly environment? What if it was purposed by God? </div><div><br /></div><div>Can I believe that God is good?</div><div><br /></div><div>Because I definitely do believe that. So can I believe in his overriding providence? That He is in overriding control and that I am in His protective care?</div><div><br /></div><div>I can. I do.</div><div><br /></div><div>That removes fear. That removes my furious, all-consuming efforts to remove the pain. That redirects my focus from self to God. Even, shall we say, from self to others.</div><div><br /></div><div>Can I rest in this pain?</div><div><br /></div><div>Take it a step further.... Can I serve in this pain? Can I be a blessing? Can I be faithful?</div><div><br /></div><div>I must. And it should be natural, supernatural really, not forced or coerced. It should flow.... Rise above the suffering. </div><div><br /></div><div>Interesting.</div>Poofhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13705099163872400043noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961766989182251315.post-1586763312988050712024-01-19T09:18:00.001-05:002024-01-19T09:18:00.131-05:00Lucy 1, Eisenhower 0<p>So here's what I'm wondering about. On this day in 1953, 70% of homes with a TV watched Lucy Ricardo give birth to a son on I Love Lucy.</p><p>However, it was not until 2 years later on this day in 1955, Dwight D. Eisenhower gave the first Presidential news conference filmed for TV.</p><p>Really? We could watch mindless TV shows before we could watch the President?</p><p>Also, does anybody ever call him Dwight Eisenhower or is it always Dwight D. Eisenhower? Because ... I'm thinking maybe I should incorporate my middle initial.</p><p>Also, imagine Dwight D Eisenhower's televised speech compared to our current President O'Biden's speeches where all he does is tumble and mumble. Sickening. I want to be filled with anger at everybody who voted for him. But then I remember my last post about having a good day everyday and realize I have to put the anger aside. Or as I said then, Let It Go.</p><p>So I'll do some deep breathing exercises, watch some I Love Lucy and let America fall apart. Wouldn't Dwight D Eisenhower be shocked at today's America? Let it go, Dwight, Let It Go.</p><p><br /></p>Poofhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13705099163872400043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961766989182251315.post-84046354615710262302024-01-17T12:56:00.004-05:002024-01-17T13:20:48.892-05:005 minutes or Less to Have a Good Day<p>I was today-years-old when I discovered the 5-minute stay-in-your-car oil change didn't literally mean 5 minutes.</p><p>It was a busy day. Over coffee and my GPS map, I planned my route and my stops to the minute. I put on fancy but comfortable clothes to give me a good attitude. Made me feel like I meant business. </p><p>So when the 5 minute oil change in fact took nearly 55 minutes, I was bummed. (There were two cars in front of me so should have taken 15 minutes, I'll admit that.)</p><p>The stay in your car, stay in your car, stay in your car (!!) signs all over the place kept me in, but I'll tell you I desperately wanted to get out in my serious clothes and clip clop my heels over to give them a good reprimand and let them know I mean business today. </p><p>Instead, I took a deep breath. Crossed a few things off my to do list and rerouted my map. </p><p>What a refreshing feeling to Let It Go. To not get all upset and huffy puffy. What a way to live, to just go with the flow and cooperate with whatever crosses your path. And even to give a smile to the guy who messed up your plans, who lied to you with the 5-minute promise. </p><p>Big smile, "Hi Mr. Liar-Liar-Pants-On-Fire, you can't ruin my day, you are powerless! Have a wonderful day you nasty, wasty skunk."</p><p>I shifted gears, slid my shades down and winked at him. B-bye! </p><p>I think I'll make it my New Year's resolution to just have a good day. Every day.</p>Poofhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13705099163872400043noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961766989182251315.post-51794207602452394332023-08-10T16:14:00.007-04:002024-03-08T15:22:44.648-05:00First Trip to Costco<p>So I crossed Sugar Creek in what we call the Chariot, legs heavy on the footrest of my recliner, driven by the same driver I had for my birth week celebrations.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiWyQ0NFksSVM5uAn7yCFYJBzKVHkX36F8yuPvyxJv420J0I4ByKFBHEk7hxFdsbhBPZXUgLNEHxi0UXYrQe18tsKInZpwDX1DrV8z5ETR-W7ulWb5N7Ur-_ptOx79G1NR3HX2Zxzz1K1ApPkSL9oD-QHDY2N4yTKOk70ygqPZN--m-K3KDKY6ONdS0LQ/s4000/original_f1577d30-3fe2-458c-92b2-b04ec44183ea_IMG_20230731_093043899.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="307" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiWyQ0NFksSVM5uAn7yCFYJBzKVHkX36F8yuPvyxJv420J0I4ByKFBHEk7hxFdsbhBPZXUgLNEHxi0UXYrQe18tsKInZpwDX1DrV8z5ETR-W7ulWb5N7Ur-_ptOx79G1NR3HX2Zxzz1K1ApPkSL9oD-QHDY2N4yTKOk70ygqPZN--m-K3KDKY6ONdS0LQ/w230-h307/original_f1577d30-3fe2-458c-92b2-b04ec44183ea_IMG_20230731_093043899.jpg" width="230" /></a></div><p>We crossed McMullen Creek and glided through Matthews, NC.</p><p>I would give you exact directions, but the way we went included two U-turns and took a little bit longer because I distracted the driver with my story about Benji and the long johns from The Bake Shoppe that were really short johns due to Bidenomics.</p><p>It must've been national handicap day because all of the handicap spots were taken. My driver was also driving my 80 something year old parents and handicap parking would've hit the spot. One handicap spot was taken by what appeared to be a 20 something year old guy in excellent health. We see this more and more - non-handicaps parking in the handicap spots.</p><p>My sister flashed her pass and we were granted entrance. We each grabbed a buggy and headed to the concession stand for lunch (our reason for coming here).</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlituZ73E_5GoS1D0FFVbkvtEeWhmeq_Be4TRJliQxVX6auOa0C0FYUo_0qnuL-XBJU7iGVPapXoAQx0XrX09y6NUv2RsbkV_AvyR0knd7ZimNKwfjkp11zNA1599cbRWwlXVGjj9TYOLL1iYrindoJy2aU5hamvRUTqk2fn6o1biFqTVhQHxMPKoQT2Y/s2458/IMG_20230810_121431047~2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2458" data-original-width="1634" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlituZ73E_5GoS1D0FFVbkvtEeWhmeq_Be4TRJliQxVX6auOa0C0FYUo_0qnuL-XBJU7iGVPapXoAQx0XrX09y6NUv2RsbkV_AvyR0knd7ZimNKwfjkp11zNA1599cbRWwlXVGjj9TYOLL1iYrindoJy2aU5hamvRUTqk2fn6o1biFqTVhQHxMPKoQT2Y/s320/IMG_20230810_121431047~2.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p>I had heard about their world famous quarter pound hot dog and knew I had to have one. One hot dog and one drink for a $1.50. Then I saw their giant slices of pizza and knew I had to have one. $1.99. She overcharged me for two drinks, but I didn't notice on account of all the chaos and buggies running into me. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNiXKg2igRISFBMKfInTOi3OcVOL-tBR-AQ9SQmCROzrJtP3GyR8LbVWxooSsP47KXvS6vIQK8BCbgkc7O4811FV-_2w4iuYkhkpslzF4EG1E6ZOQt0JNi8F5PPODgtx6E9W7STcC5XoMW6tbrH001k2U8M8P8Xx1yw144CNA8kAyw47HpdFX4Ycx0xbA/s4000/IMG_20230810_121439227~2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2777" data-original-width="4000" height="222" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNiXKg2igRISFBMKfInTOi3OcVOL-tBR-AQ9SQmCROzrJtP3GyR8LbVWxooSsP47KXvS6vIQK8BCbgkc7O4811FV-_2w4iuYkhkpslzF4EG1E6ZOQt0JNi8F5PPODgtx6E9W7STcC5XoMW6tbrH001k2U8M8P8Xx1yw144CNA8kAyw47HpdFX4Ycx0xbA/s320/IMG_20230810_121439227~2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p>Take your own kraut. They have other condiments, no kraut. Everybody is right, the hot dogs are amazing.</p><p>While we were eating, our buggies were stolen.</p><p>My sister went outside to get new buggies. She left her membership card with us, inside at the table. When she attempted to re-enter the store with our buggies, she was stopped and told she could not enter without her card. She explained what happened and they did not trust her. She is a panicky sort and got very agitated being without both her cell phone and membership card She felt accosted and indicted, not helping her case at all. </p><p>The officer, I mean clerk, said she would be willing to escort my sister inside Costco to retrieve her membership card. My sister arrived visibly shaken, produced her card and her escort left amid some colorful language.</p><p>We exited the concession area and moved slowly through the chaotic crowd to the front door where we could acquire some buggies, my sister having failed us.</p><p>I was not happy with the crowd. I wouldn't want to shop very often with people in my way, squeezing past me and pushing from behind. Costco is not the place for me ChaosCo. </p><p>The free samples, on the other hand, provided some attraction for me.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHpi9j-afwJnjfGrcW3B4A3_yFg-tD3sFQX1qj3nmP0RdkXYaCXE0S3qNPOrRG0kaCO94rs9MQ2sXC-5R2bI4ugAJBHc_gAynl16N3dAEUrZpWzn5vUQRO3HvmJbgWS20e-lZuTNM5m2VRiBQfKGiZ8a66i2UfAqxx9kCMgDYOx3VyBeLH9hsfAT0QbjM/s2922/IMG_20230810_125919245.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2922" data-original-width="2721" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHpi9j-afwJnjfGrcW3B4A3_yFg-tD3sFQX1qj3nmP0RdkXYaCXE0S3qNPOrRG0kaCO94rs9MQ2sXC-5R2bI4ugAJBHc_gAynl16N3dAEUrZpWzn5vUQRO3HvmJbgWS20e-lZuTNM5m2VRiBQfKGiZ8a66i2UfAqxx9kCMgDYOx3VyBeLH9hsfAT0QbjM/s320/IMG_20230810_125919245.jpg" width="298" /></a></div><p>Be sure to take your 69-cent refillable drink along as you shop to wash down your samples.</p><p>Pictured here are my Hello Panda chocolate cookies and my Mama Chia blackberry snack. Both were excellent, definitely stop by those stations.</p><p>I did not sample the Zena Liquid Collagen beverage. But as I went past I heard another customer say "It's not terrible."</p><p>Be strategic with the free samples. We sent dad ahead as a scout. He would sample, then give us a discreet thumbs up or down.</p><p>Traffic came to a standstill at the Del Real tamales sample station on account of them being so good and too close to the pork samples. Dad gave a thumbs up, so I buckled down and headed in.</p><p>I got tied up at the tamale station and missed dad's hand signal for the veggie blueberry muffin station. Mom said the Veggie station made a great blueberry muffin so I recklessly grabbed both the blueberry muffin sample and the chocolate raspberry muffin sample without dad's signal. Bad move. They were both horrible. You can't disguise that carrot in the muffin! That sample station had the fullest trash can of all on account of all those hidden veggies.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj98KAnc8V8caD3mhbWJlM-p8fBLSj9NWcVGZoc5-kME7qzjimneCrFR428u1l6MEkUcie2JAq9LbN4JmiGcfItij3rpm6_mt-ZOzR_bytKBHLC7Zjeo4sdOw0zJt0C51jkcnfbRh259YUcXkAbT8DBmWaOKWnJPJieLQpJcoY2qftnuiwr_md09_CC4R4/s1817/IMG_20230810_131544370~2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1516" data-original-width="1817" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj98KAnc8V8caD3mhbWJlM-p8fBLSj9NWcVGZoc5-kME7qzjimneCrFR428u1l6MEkUcie2JAq9LbN4JmiGcfItij3rpm6_mt-ZOzR_bytKBHLC7Zjeo4sdOw0zJt0C51jkcnfbRh259YUcXkAbT8DBmWaOKWnJPJieLQpJcoY2qftnuiwr_md09_CC4R4/s320/IMG_20230810_131544370~2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p>Mom gave the Ruby Kirkland Popcorn a thumbs down so I sauntered on by with a polite nod to the senior citizen doling them out.</p><p>We separated a bit after those foul experiences, then I thought I saw dad across the warehouse, but it couldn't be him because this guy was wearing a different shirt, a nice crisp hoodie. I've never in my life seen my dad in a hoodie.</p><p>As I inched closer, I found it WAS dad. In a hoodie. He was trying on. In the store. In public.</p><p>I did an about face with furtive glances to the left and right and quickly went the other way which happened to take me by the Hello Panda samples again.</p><p>I had three items in my buggy which added up to a 46" x 62" circumference of boxed products that will last me 423 days alone or 66 days if my grandkids come over.</p><p>We were approaching checkout when suddenly we had a mishap on aisle 317 causing the clean-up man to come beeping down the aisle.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWb3po-eecfxIZ-h2KUXBjMxBi_tGlynXFammi5KTxD1qxNhhVWXdYIz0KTTdbDbuUw3IUTXjX-T-RR0y7wbX6GIZF57Z4tWXn1XECR4w91YIaIErIhXdtw7z_EFhPd7JXRtvkYp7AJOQASWoeFC0B4xUOI11kQNjH1zuv9hyK1mAYOeiIDew_sHJeC-8/s2247/IMG_20230810_133425555~2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2247" data-original-width="1483" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWb3po-eecfxIZ-h2KUXBjMxBi_tGlynXFammi5KTxD1qxNhhVWXdYIz0KTTdbDbuUw3IUTXjX-T-RR0y7wbX6GIZF57Z4tWXn1XECR4w91YIaIErIhXdtw7z_EFhPd7JXRtvkYp7AJOQASWoeFC0B4xUOI11kQNjH1zuv9hyK1mAYOeiIDew_sHJeC-8/s320/IMG_20230810_133425555~2.jpg" width="211" /></a></div><p>They should have one of those robot cleaners like the ones at the Walmarts. They don't even need a driver. Or snack breaks. They clean 24/7. But no, ChaosCo still has the manned ones.</p><p>Anyway, it took 3 clerks and a five minute conversation for us to cash out. It was complicated on account of we had two members and three guests. I got the impression that ChaosCo does not like guests. In fact, I know they don't.</p><p>But that's okay, I don't really like them. Well, I like their hot dogs.</p>Poofhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13705099163872400043noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961766989182251315.post-3197259342449625422023-04-20T20:58:00.003-04:002023-04-20T21:04:55.765-04:00R5N Soaring Contest<p> "Al's Gliders" returned to a tiny town in SC this week for the Region 5 North contest of the Soaring Society of America. This is the most attended contest of the season. Pilots register well in advance. Al and Rhonda Tyler are magnificent hosts at the Perry International Airport. The town of Perry sits on 613 acres and has a population of 196. That population is probably doubled on the week of "Al's Gliders."</p><p>Learn about the sport in my previous post <a href="http://www.planetpookie.com/2017/04/female-glider-pilot-sarah-arnold-ready.html?m=1">here</a>.</p><p>Here are some shots I took of the landings on April 20, 2023.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc41XFTz7K3oHREMMzdwYF90GghNYHjYq-J-MVV4JhI7duFfgyZI_Yuvr4Q1AAFqMeeu2hOLelygavOc1iwrvmJPfmaMVIFe6KGKw0ypNHmkzYo655Q0g4ez8wZZp3u35uLnyZYxxnDq1rzfklycwEWZ7xWvFkAgSvuShiUPCw2QLgyHB44GEbB8eC/s824/IMG_1178%20-%20Copy%20(2).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="642" data-original-width="824" height="249" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc41XFTz7K3oHREMMzdwYF90GghNYHjYq-J-MVV4JhI7duFfgyZI_Yuvr4Q1AAFqMeeu2hOLelygavOc1iwrvmJPfmaMVIFe6KGKw0ypNHmkzYo655Q0g4ez8wZZp3u35uLnyZYxxnDq1rzfklycwEWZ7xWvFkAgSvuShiUPCw2QLgyHB44GEbB8eC/s320/IMG_1178%20-%20Copy%20(2).jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I gave a nod to the small but mighty Little Stephen's Creek, hung a left somewhere and found myself crossing Steven Creeks. I hung a really hard left and landed in McCormick South carolina, where everything is closed on Mondays. Just so you know. And it was Monday.</p><p>I took a pic of the orange spot and motored out the other side.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr87isP_WDOcg_ndNASvbCRQDu4bsguGRRJ0Avt2j9sUPzs3m-mAZ1ZPvPKDlXRf1wVO662La8PuFD3JcvqMpuTjzD2trBNjSHE38-58l6Gfj5Vijc7xDegQX52u7S-DVelDkfcEEKV13VtxfJac4IW83pSHyNGlrK1eVaHr8JejeWDL-F06Brz0fj/s2679/IMG_20221025_093233734.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1310" data-original-width="2679" height="156" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr87isP_WDOcg_ndNASvbCRQDu4bsguGRRJ0Avt2j9sUPzs3m-mAZ1ZPvPKDlXRf1wVO662La8PuFD3JcvqMpuTjzD2trBNjSHE38-58l6Gfj5Vijc7xDegQX52u7S-DVelDkfcEEKV13VtxfJac4IW83pSHyNGlrK1eVaHr8JejeWDL-F06Brz0fj/s320/IMG_20221025_093233734.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">I crossed Hawe Creek where Baker Creek dumps into it and I watched the ripples flow to the charming Savannah River. I came perilously close to the Georgia line and pulled a hard right into Hickory Knob State Park which will eventually be underwater when the Savannah River completes its oxbow. As for now, there I was on a stubborn spit of land in the Savannah River.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivUxO5sUf4b9mTlfZAbAiDPcjwI5v003PDhYJdOcREZxR4s2IWFrulkOzUeoULfLPp1BC_2Ge8DxJe6WKGuvkt0XlLuooNLNbr-YXrEl86DD_-56LVtS3xfndkv18HVzSLXe0h9i7ZOzAFeLykfL3uYMlSq-36XTo2nKVjWuIiqR70z-VrfR8_1w3b/s3403/IMG_20221024_183702040.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3403" data-original-width="2946" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivUxO5sUf4b9mTlfZAbAiDPcjwI5v003PDhYJdOcREZxR4s2IWFrulkOzUeoULfLPp1BC_2Ge8DxJe6WKGuvkt0XlLuooNLNbr-YXrEl86DD_-56LVtS3xfndkv18HVzSLXe0h9i7ZOzAFeLykfL3uYMlSq-36XTo2nKVjWuIiqR70z-VrfR8_1w3b/s320/IMG_20221024_183702040.jpg" width="277" /></a></div><div><div><br /></div><div>My parents and sister soon arrived and we caught sundown before a fierce game of ping pong on this spit of land in the proud Savannah River.</div><div><br /></div><div>Morning comes quickly on the Savannah and there we were looking for breakfast. The Hickory Knob State Park restaurant was closed until Thursday, as was nearly everything else, but they did not tell us that in advance, so we found ourselves at the Huddle House in nearby McCormick.</div><div><br /></div><div>After having my usual and whatever the others got, we hightailed it out of there heading West Northwest towards Comer, Georgia, to Watson's Mill Bridge State Park. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_fHUPgylNJlp59YWLhiCbkM8IzouCXy8Xtsq2L3qGhJolWT5FHaFsanLnkJ7wfjg7OEbagEI6cc7atV7rPOE_eiE_EDNdvswLcEPRNtlh9uEldCsefPtNfBwmKB6GpeQW4injiaQxFX3bQjMAtspNk0Pi62w8z3aWfCawooaCFMjYQ1hODUwQ814g/s4000/IMG_20221025_112048740.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_fHUPgylNJlp59YWLhiCbkM8IzouCXy8Xtsq2L3qGhJolWT5FHaFsanLnkJ7wfjg7OEbagEI6cc7atV7rPOE_eiE_EDNdvswLcEPRNtlh9uEldCsefPtNfBwmKB6GpeQW4injiaQxFX3bQjMAtspNk0Pi62w8z3aWfCawooaCFMjYQ1hODUwQ814g/s320/IMG_20221025_112048740.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Because it was such a dry year, the waterfalls did not cover the expanse of the width of the bridge. So that was not as pretty as it could have been. But it was still beautiful and worth a trip</div><div><br /></div><div>We walked the boardwalk and got a lot of pictures. One of which is my favorite from the whole trip:</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRC8PqOjnWxrBF7nAt_A-TFfnm9pRNXPx0PebodhyHO92obc6IECB3iHrvRQ09AEEoGUuYVHYclFQzydJpXuxcXBjQIwZMNni1Eu8vFAlVCjPKduJAwXjOJN6K_6mcH0SwFjgMpXagCyN0_TxZEDE75w2t-4JFOHS6MB3mdyg-BTd_zE2aQhNwX76t/s3442/IMG_20221025_113030223.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3442" data-original-width="2518" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRC8PqOjnWxrBF7nAt_A-TFfnm9pRNXPx0PebodhyHO92obc6IECB3iHrvRQ09AEEoGUuYVHYclFQzydJpXuxcXBjQIwZMNni1Eu8vFAlVCjPKduJAwXjOJN6K_6mcH0SwFjgMpXagCyN0_TxZEDE75w2t-4JFOHS6MB3mdyg-BTd_zE2aQhNwX76t/s320/IMG_20221025_113030223.jpg" width="234" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Everywhere I travel, I like to find benches and sit on them and read. I certainly found my bench here:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXD9-sPuva8aEILx8UnGdJYekCo7oWIDDXknR3y8nKaxVpzCXL_sLoZb8p8g1l_AYMwx5yW7w5lxsWrrsB1drZkK8ZIBz-CYwuLPCU1XfxyS15E-pnYldPy8BYokoSX91c6tnCVziFp3tTLcDiecYi6salBsGdF-DgV0o-Fl4Qs0H0ADubJLKTZLRT/s640/53771~2.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXD9-sPuva8aEILx8UnGdJYekCo7oWIDDXknR3y8nKaxVpzCXL_sLoZb8p8g1l_AYMwx5yW7w5lxsWrrsB1drZkK8ZIBz-CYwuLPCU1XfxyS15E-pnYldPy8BYokoSX91c6tnCVziFp3tTLcDiecYi6salBsGdF-DgV0o-Fl4Qs0H0ADubJLKTZLRT/s320/53771~2.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div>We jumped in the car, crossed back into SC and headed to historic Abbeville, where almost everything was closed on Tuesdays. We did find a hot dog joint with the best hot dogs ever, RoughHouse.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjovqmLXCnBicV2gX7ktcwzo7RqOXcj_k-vkBWArTVQddfvCI9i2yEEOONv6k-kLLF5eTp_b7gWGVtD2yGTlmh_Ilp1Sl6j2Mt_WC8G5oVpCHphzgUYn-eo8M5otlu2sPqcT_FFQVY-pIfNAntmaKG8BYF3OY5B5T63kBHC90swhIaLcEOzStvihwji/s3136/IMG_20221025_141621556~2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2615" data-original-width="3136" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjovqmLXCnBicV2gX7ktcwzo7RqOXcj_k-vkBWArTVQddfvCI9i2yEEOONv6k-kLLF5eTp_b7gWGVtD2yGTlmh_Ilp1Sl6j2Mt_WC8G5oVpCHphzgUYn-eo8M5otlu2sPqcT_FFQVY-pIfNAntmaKG8BYF3OY5B5T63kBHC90swhIaLcEOzStvihwji/s320/IMG_20221025_141621556~2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>We then headed back to Hickory Knob where we sat on the patio overlooking the Savannah River and I crocheted while the rest read and we all talked and got caught up together. </div><div><br /></div><div>When the time came upon us, we headed back to McCormick for dinner. Everything was still closed and apparently don't open till Thursdays.</div><div><br /></div><div>We ended up at the same restaurant we went to Monday night because it was the only one open, Michelle's.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYzicxfQh1W2_ELZw1COpEykD8y_A01MUk2QY0Kpq3yk1azPrtVR8_4T26yvCstMUeswY-mvwkGBqu4DI8j-zIw_naAZ4l0g8cNOSdozZrDtF1XkUw3-HYjU0XgFn-4Pxh02vh9xbv3HF2j-uVjVcQqGPa6fHA6Y3J7gHzCfFD7VG8pMPngdvzzH-0/s960/53794.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYzicxfQh1W2_ELZw1COpEykD8y_A01MUk2QY0Kpq3yk1azPrtVR8_4T26yvCstMUeswY-mvwkGBqu4DI8j-zIw_naAZ4l0g8cNOSdozZrDtF1XkUw3-HYjU0XgFn-4Pxh02vh9xbv3HF2j-uVjVcQqGPa6fHA6Y3J7gHzCfFD7VG8pMPngdvzzH-0/s320/53794.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div>Don't let the outside of this place fool you. They serve amazing Italian food. On the first night, I had a New York style pizza and tasted my sister's calzone. On the second night, I had the calzone and part of my sister's meatball sub. We all agreed it was pretty much better than any place we ever tasted. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXKNSw2MX9Q_6jigySH6hs8id7LG_BXyLxV3jsO4oEO5ibkq_CCisqI0fO09ibMa9tW5jsHBXFpsqcLKPF_KBl4irAZ79_ZPKPkNEKc-O-C8R-Qz5MhjZskRadmv7-ememUUTu6m7_ySqR7B8afQ8BJ521QL9kuwmMpXs-GgYotOJhKL9ixQBEUjcy/s4000/IMG_20221024_172322884.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXKNSw2MX9Q_6jigySH6hs8id7LG_BXyLxV3jsO4oEO5ibkq_CCisqI0fO09ibMa9tW5jsHBXFpsqcLKPF_KBl4irAZ79_ZPKPkNEKc-O-C8R-Qz5MhjZskRadmv7-ememUUTu6m7_ySqR7B8afQ8BJ521QL9kuwmMpXs-GgYotOJhKL9ixQBEUjcy/s320/IMG_20221024_172322884.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqBUf5VqDGo-VQaOQlD3edXsVyzRUmwcpHmWqFEB99T8Ym4knYFRH55_rb9GNTUdX2fy4jJpvOjuSlzgNFjmwxFzDAJzZYD_qpsOsktfoafdOX8F7Md41yGxJkM1KkEC4j_XcwXj6lrSquroovftmykELESN6ePcaqS0QW428s6_jleVFa3loxyLKv/s2845/IMG_20221024_172318344~2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2722" data-original-width="2845" height="306" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqBUf5VqDGo-VQaOQlD3edXsVyzRUmwcpHmWqFEB99T8Ym4knYFRH55_rb9GNTUdX2fy4jJpvOjuSlzgNFjmwxFzDAJzZYD_qpsOsktfoafdOX8F7Md41yGxJkM1KkEC4j_XcwXj6lrSquroovftmykELESN6ePcaqS0QW428s6_jleVFa3loxyLKv/s320/IMG_20221024_172318344~2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>With our bellies full, we returned to Hickory Knob to play some pool before going back to our room. </div><div><br /></div><div>On our final morning, everything was still closed so we found some pre-wrapped sausage biscuits in the golf pro shop, microwaved those suckers and downed them.</div><div><br /></div><div>Said b'bye to the beautiful deer population at the park and went our separate ways.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDB8C9Fs2K3hoJscAMymcIPBKAYrEDJuajJcuahmW5v9E86L4n07ECVb00WfdwrwROxmKt_74LM_cCB0SNQS2u9NMWLlN36n7n_3SG9dkpWxHyETzggmEH2raWvWBcgzkNVTxBckBaY6v5nQB7cgjB5emN7XR1k3UlAdImlaMuOJV-RfnBMAAmhqQD/s1332/IMG_20221024_181529340.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1332" data-original-width="1068" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDB8C9Fs2K3hoJscAMymcIPBKAYrEDJuajJcuahmW5v9E86L4n07ECVb00WfdwrwROxmKt_74LM_cCB0SNQS2u9NMWLlN36n7n_3SG9dkpWxHyETzggmEH2raWvWBcgzkNVTxBckBaY6v5nQB7cgjB5emN7XR1k3UlAdImlaMuOJV-RfnBMAAmhqQD/s320/IMG_20221024_181529340.jpg" width="257" /></a></div><br /><div>We had a very relaxing time and enjoyed being together without interruptions.</div><div><br /></div><div>If you go to Hickory Knob, I just recommend you go on the weekends in the fall. In the summer it is probably great any day.</div><div><br /></div><div>Hickory Knob has a ping pong table and a pool table, an outdoor fire pit, cornhole and some other games and a swimming pool. They also have kayaks to rent and an area for skeet shooting and of course they are most famous for their golf course. They have three hiking trails.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4wT04cRDV6Zq6tvLu1LHAdOhIcUhrgYC6gDwxg1K9NlKf4RSgDsVgXa9iCCRTbxp1tVRxs2KqAHC6kNtKo5ogCNtDVN0_Of09YLPqQJtxjqOfWGjuzHVHvkkM-viM01xwxsh7q9SfIBJMxvqBpLmy8Fz5vcoZAjRAjWSRixyeFBfpHFOcJeCqNwbA/s800/53769%20(1)~2.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4wT04cRDV6Zq6tvLu1LHAdOhIcUhrgYC6gDwxg1K9NlKf4RSgDsVgXa9iCCRTbxp1tVRxs2KqAHC6kNtKo5ogCNtDVN0_Of09YLPqQJtxjqOfWGjuzHVHvkkM-viM01xwxsh7q9SfIBJMxvqBpLmy8Fz5vcoZAjRAjWSRixyeFBfpHFOcJeCqNwbA/s320/53769%20(1)~2.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><div><br /><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3WP0783i_T2RPe6_o76Y_aWmkIEeYcTHjtBxptW8laNLnm3PxRDvWM81v_sGbQ63stibMoK6NCWcLSHTC9xw68HUDi5aUHJdsAA1vtAXugZx2xYYr577KohjK15pTl2cGm6T7hKuVlkM4g1inKdpWqkMV2p0JUNzapQIc_gYBZkuHG5ZVzz5ujz23/s4000/IMG_20221025_112648747.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3WP0783i_T2RPe6_o76Y_aWmkIEeYcTHjtBxptW8laNLnm3PxRDvWM81v_sGbQ63stibMoK6NCWcLSHTC9xw68HUDi5aUHJdsAA1vtAXugZx2xYYr577KohjK15pTl2cGm6T7hKuVlkM4g1inKdpWqkMV2p0JUNzapQIc_gYBZkuHG5ZVzz5ujz23/s320/IMG_20221025_112648747.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjImOAIvrbnUFHzGdDW_3Z0SN4PxNm_qhzwmJXzGjqAtTtWNXNgAMjpf7QNEtVqKLacYNpFnDJ7pom_COUiYLUzgIm-SQ-PfoU_pZLdedER9zgi0bqxdO7tAJEFyaO4WynLD4PTDqgtnSZnLGv6a3dPumj8uYN7DuBbIKi2dAkYdqwF-TBN5ovacPIC/s4000/IMG_20221025_112939844.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjImOAIvrbnUFHzGdDW_3Z0SN4PxNm_qhzwmJXzGjqAtTtWNXNgAMjpf7QNEtVqKLacYNpFnDJ7pom_COUiYLUzgIm-SQ-PfoU_pZLdedER9zgi0bqxdO7tAJEFyaO4WynLD4PTDqgtnSZnLGv6a3dPumj8uYN7DuBbIKi2dAkYdqwF-TBN5ovacPIC/s320/IMG_20221025_112939844.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><p><br /></p></div></div></div>Poofhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13705099163872400043noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961766989182251315.post-86136155751064966192022-10-20T06:21:00.000-04:002022-10-20T06:21:47.497-04:00Prompt: in a world that often seemed chaotic<p>In a world that often seemed chaotic, she found her solace in watching the neighbor slowly, painfully, retrieve his newspaper each morning just as the sun crests the Sycamore tree. Outgoing, he moves precisely, with great concentration and stiff limbs. Each step a culmination of 83 years of stepping. Step, thump, scrape. With the return trip, he is limber and loose, always producing a wave and a smile, eager with anticipation.</p>Poofhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13705099163872400043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961766989182251315.post-37065583935104299922022-10-07T09:18:00.001-04:002022-10-07T09:18:00.170-04:00Everlasting Life<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span class="woj" style="background-color: white; font-family: "charis sil" , "charis" , "verdana" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">“I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me will live, even though they die;</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "charis sil" , "charis" , "verdana" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"> </span><span class="woj" style="background-color: white; font-family: "charis sil" , "charis" , "verdana" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"> and whoever lives by believing in me will never die. </span></div>
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Poofhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13705099163872400043noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961766989182251315.post-28337989706542799942022-07-19T09:18:00.001-04:002022-07-19T14:00:22.089-04:00Island Time Crochet AfghanSo.... I guess I haven't been keeping up with my new year's resolution to blog every day. Life is too short for that. But I'm here now. For a minute.<br /><br /><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLNHe33363qXD93QpTuqBaO3JNE1GMctmJ__JPPyFIsms_TT3HviKzbCMGOw2kcg4jgs016i_kQkScESTyUvh2J4dB1tNPSC71T2chDPCH-fk1xIYXc9KvIEaURPgNL0EGWd0A2lGZ7h--IYVl9LIQgybnWmO1UjK6y_EE8nyk8OVwYCH9HXyDsgWc/s2048/IslandTime3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1532" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLNHe33363qXD93QpTuqBaO3JNE1GMctmJ__JPPyFIsms_TT3HviKzbCMGOw2kcg4jgs016i_kQkScESTyUvh2J4dB1tNPSC71T2chDPCH-fk1xIYXc9KvIEaURPgNL0EGWd0A2lGZ7h--IYVl9LIQgybnWmO1UjK6y_EE8nyk8OVwYCH9HXyDsgWc/s320/IslandTime3.jpg" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div>I've started a new crochet blanket that I wanted to share. It's gorgeous. It's called <a href="https://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/island-time-blanket">Island Time</a> and is a pattern by <a href="https://www.ravelry.com/designers/mallory-krall">Mallory Krall</a>. You can purchase the pattern on <a href="https://www.nautikrallcrochet.com/">NautiKrall</a> or <a href="https://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/island-time-blanket">Ravelry</a>. Wouldn't this be great in a beach house?</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9ikMKw0Vsjmwt1WU0Nt9TrhiN5hi-Yo3ukKyYeqKml2FSVasX1YmuBFvAJ5nXC5Jsd8BqvtOIzMFfYtklukqfJ7KHz6X8b7nbjQ0BdK3gYTjPjugBS1ZvxuXUoJu45vo2kfy7BIYJRkg78NGQayhr7vNgv_ajs3G7qdrti4XPIB5__ZQRMSy2RhWg/s2048/IslandTime2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9ikMKw0Vsjmwt1WU0Nt9TrhiN5hi-Yo3ukKyYeqKml2FSVasX1YmuBFvAJ5nXC5Jsd8BqvtOIzMFfYtklukqfJ7KHz6X8b7nbjQ0BdK3gYTjPjugBS1ZvxuXUoJu45vo2kfy7BIYJRkg78NGQayhr7vNgv_ajs3G7qdrti4XPIB5__ZQRMSy2RhWg/s320/IslandTime2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div><div><br /></div><div>I've been crocheting for about four years now. You can tell by my seams that I'm not an expert yet. I really need to learn to do better seams. Some of my afghans are for sale and some I have gifted. My artsy side met up with my hippie side and resulted in a love for crochet... and less time for blogging. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMeaOlezigT95IF06x7adccAWZs69D_mGVBI4CV23f5ucjzxjK9jB-DJsIsYUBQ--tFVax1pKlYwm3kVCKtSA0wmj5egV9y2W3tvRyQ4EpnYB1mWHKArQCkYuXrw7S3geeKWsu6viSrmnFYqBASrG07-feDjqQ3uqcKQuXhALwI8-C3yb5LvFQNa9R/s2048/IslandTime1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1532" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMeaOlezigT95IF06x7adccAWZs69D_mGVBI4CV23f5ucjzxjK9jB-DJsIsYUBQ--tFVax1pKlYwm3kVCKtSA0wmj5egV9y2W3tvRyQ4EpnYB1mWHKArQCkYuXrw7S3geeKWsu6viSrmnFYqBASrG07-feDjqQ3uqcKQuXhALwI8-C3yb5LvFQNa9R/s320/IslandTime1.jpg" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div>What do you love doing right now?</div></div>Poofhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13705099163872400043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961766989182251315.post-87352075108358890432022-06-14T09:18:00.001-04:002022-06-14T17:15:42.377-04:00Grandfather Mountain Camping Trip<blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><p style="text-align: left;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC_aVJkDB1iKzZb1sV5jeoll8DW46XFoMcSo5Pgc3lrfyGiruohkq-3avkOduuZ6BoEaksT0Cz_Y0D4o_9uJp72UdA10oqKGyCY_J3e-AWY9Nyr3Ud2qY98favxy6dW_BZ0BdTad92lL0kJFAnc5-dmCLkJI3-yc3TYcDB3e6L2H020z14nwtnBNyW/s960/287688567_10224978804990731_7626759196911444641_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="751" data-original-width="960" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC_aVJkDB1iKzZb1sV5jeoll8DW46XFoMcSo5Pgc3lrfyGiruohkq-3avkOduuZ6BoEaksT0Cz_Y0D4o_9uJp72UdA10oqKGyCY_J3e-AWY9Nyr3Ud2qY98favxy6dW_BZ0BdTad92lL0kJFAnc5-dmCLkJI3-yc3TYcDB3e6L2H020z14nwtnBNyW/s320/287688567_10224978804990731_7626759196911444641_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></p></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><p style="text-align: left;"><i> Grandfather Mountain in profile.</i></p></blockquote><p>So we crossed the Tyger River once again and headed upstate, crossed the NC border and flew through Linville Falls to arrive in the shadow of Grandfather Mountain just before bedtime. We had three tent sites and one cabin reserved at our beloved Grandfather Campground. My son brought his golf cart and upon arrival, I was greeted with the grandkids piled on the golf cart, riding precariously through the campground yelling "POOKIE!" I arrived.</p><p>How ironic my cabin was on Granny Branch Drive. Charlie commenced to calling me Granny instead of Pookie. I've always been a tent camper. Until my fifties. My hips... back... and shoulders all require extra padding from the ground now, so it's either an air mattress or a cabin for me. Don't judge.</p><p>Grandfather Campground is well-kept and clean. They have a small playground, a wonderful creek, a trout pond and a gem mining facility for the kids. They are close to many area attractions - Boone, Blowing Rock, Mystery Hill, Grandfather Mountain, Linville Falls, and Linville Caverns to name a few.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7BO06A5Nf0nhHS3qntUc1EvCqQX1ebFYghxAInO5dVzY1B0UJefIoh48UbPg7oHJyA5a-KHqfRQiRNT4FbBRWfOnQVY5VqDaDTW0Arj7pjZuOmYbWszP_XhXWTJ4dUwWV4HTgpezANbCxlTs2Us5mh04W9uNWhDrRCaRm40Yvr37gzxZ1VdwjMExm/s2048/287670181_10224978838871578_7808449045758696465_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1360" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7BO06A5Nf0nhHS3qntUc1EvCqQX1ebFYghxAInO5dVzY1B0UJefIoh48UbPg7oHJyA5a-KHqfRQiRNT4FbBRWfOnQVY5VqDaDTW0Arj7pjZuOmYbWszP_XhXWTJ4dUwWV4HTgpezANbCxlTs2Us5mh04W9uNWhDrRCaRm40Yvr37gzxZ1VdwjMExm/s320/287670181_10224978838871578_7808449045758696465_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>You can always find a big rock next to a creek on which to picnic.</p><p>On Day One, we headed to Grandfather Mountain. The entry price is steep, I'm not sure it's worth it. They enjoyed the mile high bridge. Used to be the "swinging bridge," but it's been rebuilt and doesn't swing anymore. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicaKLKviM1nP6p8V6MD-uZHr9t4jjL6we7gurZyfT83KiSip-vMLQSnyM8JKwyoJvmU70Yc_h4aeDGqTgx_GTYsG7cOIZmdCpsylHd4OoDCpT8Q8O6wxfZyViiWBYkgTz-vu1eQUSZ_52bhyVTVHV11R9SZCBBG_JItBjsjd5GrsLkon75y2qXfnvJ/s2048/286707798_10228830139687034_5741703232641612945_n%20(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicaKLKviM1nP6p8V6MD-uZHr9t4jjL6we7gurZyfT83KiSip-vMLQSnyM8JKwyoJvmU70Yc_h4aeDGqTgx_GTYsG7cOIZmdCpsylHd4OoDCpT8Q8O6wxfZyViiWBYkgTz-vu1eQUSZ_52bhyVTVHV11R9SZCBBG_JItBjsjd5GrsLkon75y2qXfnvJ/s320/286707798_10228830139687034_5741703232641612945_n%20(1).jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Across the bridge, you can hike a little and enjoy the rock croppings. There are several hikes within the park. There's a lame zoo type thing the kids might like and plenty of picnic areas. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Back at the campground, the kids enjoyed trout fishing and gem mining. Also, cornhole and horseshoes. I enjoyed the campfire.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">On day two, we headed to Linville. The kids went to Linville Caverns while I went to one of my favorite places in the southeast: Wiseman's View. The kids were highly disappointed with the caverns. First, you had to wear a mask - in June of 2022. A covid mask. The three year old wouldn't keep hers on and they were kicked out of the caverns tour because of it. The others who finished the tour said the tour guide was horrible and rushed them through it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As for Wiseman's View..... it did not disappoint. The drive up is not for regular vehicles. It's literally a 20 minute drive up a dirt road with huge potholes and divets. A car or van or SUV CAN make the drive, but you will probably need an adjustment afterwards. My Jeep did amazingly well. I was bounced around a LOT.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Upon arrival at Wiseman's View, I had a five minute jaunt down a paved trail to the lookout. The view is spectacular. You HAVE to go at sunrise though to really see the beauty. I've gone at sunrise plenty of times and it is creepy to walk that five minute jaunt in the woods alone. But so worth it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEims70_Cn4JNEtisRmFXrS64s1jY7lpngf_EHXSP8lEMrR-aUs5R8Izc62a19zSZVVH72YC5_Rn9xj9NwwreMBW1AGWns5t_A7s1OA19PEP4G1iiY7NzLKojx2wODRDJ6EMjrmfrBq8S2K4V56rK3cTffs-ZMz6mGrFTaRAjWrWbiCl3LSna5Jk3ELy/s960/287759962_10224978806190761_7360474913435182476_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEims70_Cn4JNEtisRmFXrS64s1jY7lpngf_EHXSP8lEMrR-aUs5R8Izc62a19zSZVVH72YC5_Rn9xj9NwwreMBW1AGWns5t_A7s1OA19PEP4G1iiY7NzLKojx2wODRDJ6EMjrmfrBq8S2K4V56rK3cTffs-ZMz6mGrFTaRAjWrWbiCl3LSna5Jk3ELy/s320/287759962_10224978806190761_7360474913435182476_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Linville Gorge</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivgIo_smUr5zzKBzE3soeoPFioadmwueSgUeXVBQLPip0w_vZkiRvxGOzwGST89Q73oIYDTYbdTezpFe_TWaArmNmb3uepoU6jr2VCTV4qvCdMveSjR13hKMVw-C_m18G-gZ2pIfeRVZ1lBy3PljWspej9G2MRd0SP2biitwnyXTQMlmc03RkJQYMv/s960/287988934_10224978806550770_5583256227267620533_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivgIo_smUr5zzKBzE3soeoPFioadmwueSgUeXVBQLPip0w_vZkiRvxGOzwGST89Q73oIYDTYbdTezpFe_TWaArmNmb3uepoU6jr2VCTV4qvCdMveSjR13hKMVw-C_m18G-gZ2pIfeRVZ1lBy3PljWspej9G2MRd0SP2biitwnyXTQMlmc03RkJQYMv/s320/287988934_10224978806550770_5583256227267620533_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The view across the gorge at Table Rock.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div>After my view, I headed to the caverns parking lot to meet up with the kids for a picnic lunch. Then Patti, the kids and I hiked up to the Upper Falls of <a href="http://www.planetpookie.com/2012/04/linville-falls-nc.html">Linville Falls</a>. I tried to remember how to get to the <a href="http://www.planetpookie.com/2012/07/so-we-returned-to-linville-falls-for.html">swimming hole</a> we found years previously, but I couldn't find it.<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV63374NENOstNr-3utChNWkgs-P3ae95jdV812-iKP7rm3VHVGi62wq_WB-oVBcg_pV47_c5JDyGdxjZeXhNveiP9fpvUd48Shxh7MYWEBqjZM-d9xyeh35OePOYT-6pYgw7_eGOyCsHvW1ktDRUWi8xQIf1y_Es5Qex_iIdQYEIxx_LuekawA5Jz/s2048/286246174_10224978862392166_5887132514521309055_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV63374NENOstNr-3utChNWkgs-P3ae95jdV812-iKP7rm3VHVGi62wq_WB-oVBcg_pV47_c5JDyGdxjZeXhNveiP9fpvUd48Shxh7MYWEBqjZM-d9xyeh35OePOYT-6pYgw7_eGOyCsHvW1ktDRUWi8xQIf1y_Es5Qex_iIdQYEIxx_LuekawA5Jz/s320/286246174_10224978862392166_5887132514521309055_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>We cooled our feet in the pond under the falls. Such a relaxing break.<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbSANn-ZPIiQVEHqSNpXTrU3Ob23GyN_4KxUUdai77FWUoL_LmHzgwOA5BKzorgT8_vc9Dh-DzmLU3OHXHEyJlolkQYTvg5fY3m_TgvDWSyANEIrRBPhYf7NffgSBzageTFex5aGUbq0w4ACPE9CwyZE46Z3RjGV9gJ-n9SYFL7zjvfVCPYlqM-e5l/s2048/286421797_10224978858152060_3818431677476890593_n%20(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbSANn-ZPIiQVEHqSNpXTrU3Ob23GyN_4KxUUdai77FWUoL_LmHzgwOA5BKzorgT8_vc9Dh-DzmLU3OHXHEyJlolkQYTvg5fY3m_TgvDWSyANEIrRBPhYf7NffgSBzageTFex5aGUbq0w4ACPE9CwyZE46Z3RjGV9gJ-n9SYFL7zjvfVCPYlqM-e5l/s320/286421797_10224978858152060_3818431677476890593_n%20(1).jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>The Upper Falls are just a short hike from the parking lot. It is hilly and a little more strenuous than a "moderate" hike. If you feel like hiking more, you can proceed up the trail to the chimney, a much more strenuous hike, where you get a view of both the Upper and Lower Falls.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtQarIVyS-1RFHTeRjdv3OAhaqxV33k4x6lblXiEKcedC9dTpDAUqhX8NntKh0U6k1kfGhPlpxKtknyHmLoi4OSN1SO0tVFizcVr7-6K5SbKdPa1Y2JjFL_LUl5Vc1Ac17MDeHTXVK1mCZ8FHVJoOA-KqdH8ROgCjUyUB-CB2TDqgTAnI2f5M8yAi2/s2048/286549536_10224978862952180_5368774278662895526_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1397" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtQarIVyS-1RFHTeRjdv3OAhaqxV33k4x6lblXiEKcedC9dTpDAUqhX8NntKh0U6k1kfGhPlpxKtknyHmLoi4OSN1SO0tVFizcVr7-6K5SbKdPa1Y2JjFL_LUl5Vc1Ac17MDeHTXVK1mCZ8FHVJoOA-KqdH8ROgCjUyUB-CB2TDqgTAnI2f5M8yAi2/s320/286549536_10224978862952180_5368774278662895526_n.jpg" width="218" /></a></div><br /><div>We then went back to the campground for more gem mining.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAMWXew5pPm4kkSf1w49u31gG9KLBUu-dDype2PWUCmNdPjYK5hdkiC_pGaCxVtbQWs2Pxlb0nT-ccy-L_GJaEi047Olx54FUuIcyYcgjrRM3xSusNEPv9klzx2rLyM0rODmdc1rBVqpcuj1Bd16IiH_9Gly5LelukHivzgINOGim_TM9pU1Utgu7I/s2048/286880397_10224978863192186_114629363807427872_n%20(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1375" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAMWXew5pPm4kkSf1w49u31gG9KLBUu-dDype2PWUCmNdPjYK5hdkiC_pGaCxVtbQWs2Pxlb0nT-ccy-L_GJaEi047Olx54FUuIcyYcgjrRM3xSusNEPv9klzx2rLyM0rODmdc1rBVqpcuj1Bd16IiH_9Gly5LelukHivzgINOGim_TM9pU1Utgu7I/s320/286880397_10224978863192186_114629363807427872_n%20(1).jpg" width="215" /></a></div><div><br /></div>I slept in the tent that night with NO air mattress. Just like the old days when I was young and spry. I was awakened at 7 am (late for me) by Benji's pounding on rocks to break them open and find gems.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL8XW8Pm-LIC0RnemXwvtKFv6aadecWW5hzVlMlVj1P2eV0aU6929j7KH17RK_ZN94Q34M9xy_dAd5Uoq5J-DJK6CZtQFRhDWag5idgD_7DHSA6IBYKfg9RD7oV3nKBrItPL3CV_Oa9n2mloOof067FMbmjiwZcVxdswLibKR66sCHIPuswkM6f8wU/s960/288042102_10224978805310739_5876223225206979147_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL8XW8Pm-LIC0RnemXwvtKFv6aadecWW5hzVlMlVj1P2eV0aU6929j7KH17RK_ZN94Q34M9xy_dAd5Uoq5J-DJK6CZtQFRhDWag5idgD_7DHSA6IBYKfg9RD7oV3nKBrItPL3CV_Oa9n2mloOof067FMbmjiwZcVxdswLibKR66sCHIPuswkM6f8wU/s320/288042102_10224978805310739_5876223225206979147_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div>I strongly recommend this campground and activities. If you can afford Grandfather Mountain, then go for it. If it's a strain, then skip it. <a href="http://www.planetpookie.com/2009/06/blowing-rock-nc-attractions.html">Blowing Rock</a> is a good alternative and the town has an excellent playground for the kids. Also, somewhere along the Watauga River, there is a great jumping-off point we enjoyed one year. Not sure how to locate it now or if it's still there. You can see it near the end of the video in <a href="http://www.planetpookie.com/2011/06/camping-with-kids-flashback-friday.html">this blogpost</a>.</div><div><br /></div><div>Enjoy! Keep an eye out for <a href="http://www.planetpookie.com/2012/08/north-carolinas-original-hilbilly.html">Hillbilly Sam</a>, NC's oldest Hillbilly.</div></div>Poofhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13705099163872400043noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961766989182251315.post-58653959776874705892022-02-15T13:25:00.002-05:002022-02-15T13:25:17.760-05:00Juliette, Georgia<p>So 2 friends and I crossed the South Edisto, and the Savannah rivers, passed mistletoe park with no one to kiss, crossed Oconee Lake and found ourselves gliding through the shady Oconee National Forest.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhEFiY95KRbX4o7HMeKxWu3XDHRs1fecoJ9rkirtyyBOqevm8Ml9cV7C1UTr9tuB7c51cCzZw686srd0NjqKq0FenlxwRlOCR4lEaoMgRb6DzmvYRorYBrBmFUgafxKd9Bh0ebcYJRyk2tLn3cCyVSqbwyaONhD4h0HIReFqQ5Pamq3ZPkUc8hKaFbb=s1328" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1328" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhEFiY95KRbX4o7HMeKxWu3XDHRs1fecoJ9rkirtyyBOqevm8Ml9cV7C1UTr9tuB7c51cCzZw686srd0NjqKq0FenlxwRlOCR4lEaoMgRb6DzmvYRorYBrBmFUgafxKd9Bh0ebcYJRyk2tLn3cCyVSqbwyaONhD4h0HIReFqQ5Pamq3ZPkUc8hKaFbb=s320" width="260" /></a></div><p>After crossing Standard Creek, we hung a sharp left and crossed the Tomaliga river, coming to a slow crawl on McCrackin Street in Juliette, Georgia.</p><p>Home of Whistlestop Cafe. The place where the 1991 film Fried Green Tomatoes was filmed. A shrine. And we were giddy. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj2EdFJGU_PBOpRCdtjxv8-CMwadXvHxp7byJHtJ4na1aIOoV5BR-JLDhlNQbXJbOpflBuqlioz_89DYFPoy90IXTXGpOdZ_tkBo8U_ZtXukNzxoAwzOq290X_xDzQv6Fcd1XnPwvMzKnGGSW6n7nl0ZC6oIcQho4Dx-d73bD8PcCT0_ZJNFPBs102H=s4000" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj2EdFJGU_PBOpRCdtjxv8-CMwadXvHxp7byJHtJ4na1aIOoV5BR-JLDhlNQbXJbOpflBuqlioz_89DYFPoy90IXTXGpOdZ_tkBo8U_ZtXukNzxoAwzOq290X_xDzQv6Fcd1XnPwvMzKnGGSW6n7nl0ZC6oIcQho4Dx-d73bD8PcCT0_ZJNFPBs102H=s320" width="320" /></a></div><p>As we waited for the restaurant to open, we gazed at the Ocmulgee river and the railroad tracks where Buddy lost his arm.</p><p>We walked around back to see Smokey's little bungalow and we caught the waitresses having a break on the back patio. We had one foot in 1991 and one foot in 2022. It was hard to toggle back and forth.</p><p>I think I prefer the '90s.... But anyway....</p><p>Our name was called and we entered the restaurant, taking photos of the famous booths. Of course we started with the fried green tomatoes which were incredible. We avoided the barbecue because we know the "secret's in the sauce" and we know what that secret is.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh8Xktas_C8zMOdo7kym--Wgq58f71yI4Loot1EM8DwbRY7K3HWTkaFG9NXKnbL5r-7sfBQrvWDo78ZtZtpcfbuiWroKwihwwYb-SHCz4v406ASI98pQsCor3BISjSFPF4ek04T5PmbEZlGNAgc3LMruhFfoV2JTXUyohAp7c46Le3wXnndrxroE997=s4000" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh8Xktas_C8zMOdo7kym--Wgq58f71yI4Loot1EM8DwbRY7K3HWTkaFG9NXKnbL5r-7sfBQrvWDo78ZtZtpcfbuiWroKwihwwYb-SHCz4v406ASI98pQsCor3BISjSFPF4ek04T5PmbEZlGNAgc3LMruhFfoV2JTXUyohAp7c46Le3wXnndrxroE997=s320" width="320" /></a></div><p>We all three got the country fried steak which was also incredible. We got different side dishes and some cornbread. Everything was fantastic and it was worth the 3-hour drive just to eat at this restaurant.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjzutkNI4XX9wHR0TeCwGaCUQkC-Q6GKj7_zblHQnYJCyVFwT1nsuppuiLQuADCoLnojNDUR88aAl6daaBLt-v4bJgGlfE26TiI2I7lxNYbF-_9OGqjdae0AHlGkRm0W6Vvj4Rq1GDXljtxTwwRdbIz9OlqUsquD-FLiCEN2Khfzbt0Cj_BhlEL2IuW=s4000" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjzutkNI4XX9wHR0TeCwGaCUQkC-Q6GKj7_zblHQnYJCyVFwT1nsuppuiLQuADCoLnojNDUR88aAl6daaBLt-v4bJgGlfE26TiI2I7lxNYbF-_9OGqjdae0AHlGkRm0W6Vvj4Rq1GDXljtxTwwRdbIz9OlqUsquD-FLiCEN2Khfzbt0Cj_BhlEL2IuW=s320" width="320" /></a></div><p>In movie terms, I am Idgie and I was trying to figure out which of my two friends would be Ruth and neither one really fit the bill. Either one could have been Evelyn scaring the young people in the parking lot.</p><p>After lunch we strolled the street and visited the gift shops. We found where Buddy's arm was buried and then we drove to the church where Ruth and Buddy were buried and their tombstones remain. We were quite surprised to see that fictional characters have a tombstone in a real grave with the beloved remains of real people. That tells you how loved this movie is.</p><p>We spent about two and a half hours in Juliette and loved every minute of it. We had a 3-hour drive each way and it was worth it. My advice is that you watch the movie, go to Juliette, and then watch the movie again. And definitely try the fried green tomatoes.</p>Poofhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13705099163872400043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961766989182251315.post-19778895087230401922022-01-29T14:18:00.003-05:002022-01-29T15:26:45.886-05:00Racing in my GenesI took three year old Becca to the zoo yesterday and as we were driving down I-20 she expressed this observation: <b>"Pookie, your jeep goes FAST!"</b> I smiled because really it doesn't. It's a 2-door soft-top Jeep Wrangler that shakes, rattles and pops and has little to no credible acceleration. But OK, a three year old is impressed. I straightened my back a little, held my head up proudly.<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgmdR8pLSaR3jWVdgbAdWsk3QFSdXsQyLI4_VKLzpnSDPkpWSsGSMqRC4HMWix9qffWmkKKiO4miDxj_IAI3U8iP7LnEqt2f_KH4k6oWpdYB4M8wYV0Yq2HFlZ-1siKM2FVwSRk9q3RwF4eyxHSLmsag-O0Nhb6BS8CZ-Y85oYZUB7h0hmjhDqlEupA=s1514" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1514" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgmdR8pLSaR3jWVdgbAdWsk3QFSdXsQyLI4_VKLzpnSDPkpWSsGSMqRC4HMWix9qffWmkKKiO4miDxj_IAI3U8iP7LnEqt2f_KH4k6oWpdYB4M8wYV0Yq2HFlZ-1siKM2FVwSRk9q3RwF4eyxHSLmsag-O0Nhb6BS8CZ-Y85oYZUB7h0hmjhDqlEupA=s320" width="228" /></a></div><br /><div><div>Fifteen minutes later, Becca excitedly, confidently inquires, <b>"Did we win yet, Pookie?!"</b></div><div><br /></div><div>I smiled again because <i>that's my girl!</i> That's right, baby, we're in a tough vehicle, riding rough, going fast and we <i>will</i> win, suckers.</div><div><br /></div><div>I don't really think I'm competitive, am I? I'm pretty cautious, kind of mellow.</div><div><br /></div><div>Except for <a href="http://www.planetpookie.com/2009/01/oh-its-on.html"><b>that time with the Busbees</b></a>..... OK, so I was pretty riled up there.</div><div><br /></div><div>And of course<a href="http://www.planetpookie.com/2010/12/dakar-2011-le-he-perdido-tanto-mi-amor_22.html"><b> I get obsessed with the Dakar Rally</b></a> every year.</div><div><br /></div><div>And well, I worked for a place called <a href="http://www.planetpookie.com/2010/06/race-shop-24-hour-challenge-perry.html"><b>The Race Shop</b></a>.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjAiQzDR3POD5wKIMdXc-Kwv7RPIDqKTmh5i2avqanN0-Iy_a2pI42dDe4bi3Zz9AhepSB2Wu3GJrW5HeO9f7ShgBf44Bkf1Nk2k1nAsHM6plXITp0dXKvcUgahSlUvSJD536fltqxhqF-0v_A9iXnn6AGZniz5FnNq5tOJtK_flVNvKt_Q9GnQvbrC=s666" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="666" data-original-width="444" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjAiQzDR3POD5wKIMdXc-Kwv7RPIDqKTmh5i2avqanN0-Iy_a2pI42dDe4bi3Zz9AhepSB2Wu3GJrW5HeO9f7ShgBf44Bkf1Nk2k1nAsHM6plXITp0dXKvcUgahSlUvSJD536fltqxhqF-0v_A9iXnn6AGZniz5FnNq5tOJtK_flVNvKt_Q9GnQvbrC=s320" width="213" /></a></div><br /><div>Errr, I write an awful lot about <a href="http://www.planetpookie.com/search?q=enduro"><b>Enduros</b></a>.</div><div><br /></div><div>Argh, I even love <a href="http://www.planetpookie.com/2017/04/female-glider-pilot-sarah-arnold-ready.html"><b>glider racing</b></a>.</div><div><br /></div><div>So maybe I do like racing.</div><div><br /></div><div>But I'm <i>not</i> competitive.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>Really.</i></div></div>Poofhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13705099163872400043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961766989182251315.post-48110769095083228982022-01-23T09:18:00.004-05:002022-01-23T17:58:03.806-05:00Dakar 2022 Sketches<p>I was again obsessed with the <a href="https://www.dakar.com/en/">Dakar Rally</a> during the first two weeks of January. I usually just watch the bikes, but this year I was also interested in the Light Prototype because I was following "<a href="https://anniedakar.wordpress.com/2010/01/10/stage-8-drama-in-the-tomb/">Tomb Raider</a>" <a href="http://www.planetpookie.com/2010/09/happy-happy-husaberg.html">Annie Seel</a> and Annett Fischer. They came in #1 in all women team and #15 overall. Anyway, here are my sketches from this year.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Seel and Fischer's Ride<br />soft pastel:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgNvb6_-fZNZ3npG88K8VdTk5smBCoH2qZXFA4p-apDXuvKtUUvxbsyVr_ANmdLHyshZkV53dr0-wyjYJ_OsT6A9zADsvnlaS3HQEd06som4ipJtb1I4jgZuNHQLdmgoaozs4iZbAwIu4PKcDm-zkAppIMufj3PnVDDCUsu1AckUfLUYnFsPbLbLcCn=s2048" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgNvb6_-fZNZ3npG88K8VdTk5smBCoH2qZXFA4p-apDXuvKtUUvxbsyVr_ANmdLHyshZkV53dr0-wyjYJ_OsT6A9zADsvnlaS3HQEd06som4ipJtb1I4jgZuNHQLdmgoaozs4iZbAwIu4PKcDm-zkAppIMufj3PnVDDCUsu1AckUfLUYnFsPbLbLcCn=s320" width="240" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Annett Fischer, beginning, day one</div><div><div style="text-align: center;">graphite:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjXO4qsUHVPjxFBEuTEI1Eoel_FUVqtA0l7NrLQb9P5_f23Br4K1TqKyrWLY8YnVmp2E4SOfCtgiFjmudDn9LHIhDurcJvGWNQBfqp_g-PXt6KheiURfzMWV5m1LzYowo7FIXYmAVH9m3Uz2P24k-7Tqrn1Qj8scya0RfOdqmw-5zfCMKV6cdKHTPSF=s2048" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2039" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjXO4qsUHVPjxFBEuTEI1Eoel_FUVqtA0l7NrLQb9P5_f23Br4K1TqKyrWLY8YnVmp2E4SOfCtgiFjmudDn9LHIhDurcJvGWNQBfqp_g-PXt6KheiURfzMWV5m1LzYowo7FIXYmAVH9m3Uz2P24k-7Tqrn1Qj8scya0RfOdqmw-5zfCMKV6cdKHTPSF=s320" width="319" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Toby Price, end of day full of trouble</div><div style="text-align: center;">water soluble graphite:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh7bnWlVAPONdLiQg43B9rznrtobPlNxA_ouS3Jfea58pmABLJAyALwzg8gKoXjy_XiBZRxbJvcI9363ryD9g9RUDTbnXMDichhXt7E5Uek9Laczf-JsmOdELjGNlrEwejTjmYharQD4J_WjkUbT5b8GRCK3ZrA-EPOV361zJwfgy0wbQamMkBxuyVf=s680" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="680" data-original-width="680" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh7bnWlVAPONdLiQg43B9rznrtobPlNxA_ouS3Jfea58pmABLJAyALwzg8gKoXjy_XiBZRxbJvcI9363ryD9g9RUDTbnXMDichhXt7E5Uek9Laczf-JsmOdELjGNlrEwejTjmYharQD4J_WjkUbT5b8GRCK3ZrA-EPOV361zJwfgy0wbQamMkBxuyVf=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Manuel Andjubar</div></div><div style="text-align: center;">water soluble graphite with watercolor:</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhRJ1STIx_AjeXLhw9ZZu9MmuBUgSx4y3-iAtuoxUojnO6aNinOFWb4y4fr0rmOpg8vHq_CBU1Zo-Aoc8Rrf5oK9Nq5d-SLndKkzOruBvhUytypVLPfx3hDgAro5VFFUGAJnQmOEpFy8qM9a2W_6hcAAJ9JdVCoZbdSs6EPqWulpnT787sIDPIwRUr1=s680" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="680" data-original-width="661" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhRJ1STIx_AjeXLhw9ZZu9MmuBUgSx4y3-iAtuoxUojnO6aNinOFWb4y4fr0rmOpg8vHq_CBU1Zo-Aoc8Rrf5oK9Nq5d-SLndKkzOruBvhUytypVLPfx3hDgAro5VFFUGAJnQmOEpFy8qM9a2W_6hcAAJ9JdVCoZbdSs6EPqWulpnT787sIDPIwRUr1=s320" width="311" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Adrien Vanbeveren, end of good day</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">soft pastel:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhobQo0rN4P1dkmD10LPKGt51EQi1Mbd-SZzrhKy4NItyaigLJ-LdILnRi3mRNzsSv7pPxd1AlpFxbjUdtugIloG3tXroBAfLyWTfkHdQf86f8YFYB51s-36xmzoYqWoaCCEfM5YT5weP2XJoEZoZ78LdlXoFetqSA8X-or0UDWJBBJmmlAFdFt6XpG=s680" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="641" data-original-width="680" height="302" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhobQo0rN4P1dkmD10LPKGt51EQi1Mbd-SZzrhKy4NItyaigLJ-LdILnRi3mRNzsSv7pPxd1AlpFxbjUdtugIloG3tXroBAfLyWTfkHdQf86f8YFYB51s-36xmzoYqWoaCCEfM5YT5weP2XJoEZoZ78LdlXoFetqSA8X-or0UDWJBBJmmlAFdFt6XpG=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;">That's it!</p><p style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.planetpookie.com/2021/01/dakar-2021-sketches.html">Dakar 2021 Sketches</a></p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p></div>Poofhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13705099163872400043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961766989182251315.post-29328048641798705922022-01-09T09:24:00.003-05:002022-01-09T09:25:09.652-05:00Iceman Championship 2022<p>So I crossed the North Edisto and much later, the Saluda, breezed along the Saluda just short of Riverbanks Zoo and downshifted the Jeep as I approached the Saluda Riverwalk on Saturday, January 8. There was no parking, cars were lined up along the road and I parked the half mile away in an empty yoga studio parking lot. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjYH3GCr_PPKErwRwM_Br6rXINRFUJAQVR6l9tHlxHxaAJJHyLJwE07m8538yHQjYH0wcj8yd7oDd_6iE28KSJ6SEby17Gz9ICzFLSqD1bedPmxd_CA2pRcehL6ePrzJK1EyJZrr4yjtGhwsi9lH6up4-sN3KXPtRovjVBIPxpNm1va_RPFQaiS4pTc=s1080" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="788" data-original-width="1080" height="233" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjYH3GCr_PPKErwRwM_Br6rXINRFUJAQVR6l9tHlxHxaAJJHyLJwE07m8538yHQjYH0wcj8yd7oDd_6iE28KSJ6SEby17Gz9ICzFLSqD1bedPmxd_CA2pRcehL6ePrzJK1EyJZrr4yjtGhwsi9lH6up4-sN3KXPtRovjVBIPxpNm1va_RPFQaiS4pTc=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The<a href="https://m.facebook.com/millracemassacreandicemanchampionships/"> Mill Race Massacre and Iceman Championship</a> was in full gear when I arrived. Around 50 kayakers were doing their best to out perform each other on the icy Saluda. Maybe some were just trying to beat their own record.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgsw-3P6pPaKsWbAGw218my39me7voaKKk1NXOrh1Q-Ec2HxCRPMo34b39Oyyr4fXLeSdnfHnzSLz2L8AmiLV-__TtLLSznOxeVKZVGaxjQIllPDt1TvlJoUfi34RCmVoerOOtnV3lUkN7ZwrN2i_TaLdwP1JZkM8DZA49kXN6CkVX3-Qu7UoZCpKKu=s781" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="536" data-original-width="781" height="220" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgsw-3P6pPaKsWbAGw218my39me7voaKKk1NXOrh1Q-Ec2HxCRPMo34b39Oyyr4fXLeSdnfHnzSLz2L8AmiLV-__TtLLSznOxeVKZVGaxjQIllPDt1TvlJoUfi34RCmVoerOOtnV3lUkN7ZwrN2i_TaLdwP1JZkM8DZA49kXN6CkVX3-Qu7UoZCpKKu=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The Saluda Riverwalk is new to Columbia and offers a wooden walkway along the river, picnic tables, restroom. I haven't kept up with the river scene in Columbia for the past couple of years so it's possible the walkway connects with other River walkways. I think the city was trying to get them all connected. I didn't walk far enough to find out.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I was there to play around with my camera. I was disappointed to find that I had the settings wrong and the pictures aren't quite right. I was also there as a fellow kayaker however this is not the kayaking that I do. I ride the sit on top kayak and just float down a lazy river with no white water. These kayakers probably resent that I used the word kayak. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiZ_IsvvZLdO37eFtRtvgbGBiqaQA2riSSgUAgo3mDkMgBDtD0jAtXzmyqzAxQhI4zoiNb0abAvFGb1pZCEWCPAVDVrYJSC8W1T517CRyyZShV-7m4-qKTyl4peLMzEqe3rva0FAWQlHkb7M80azuAp402rmhQrl074Jpotdp3vHUy4eXVfdLmCbtUo=s1080" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="782" data-original-width="1080" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiZ_IsvvZLdO37eFtRtvgbGBiqaQA2riSSgUAgo3mDkMgBDtD0jAtXzmyqzAxQhI4zoiNb0abAvFGb1pZCEWCPAVDVrYJSC8W1T517CRyyZShV-7m4-qKTyl4peLMzEqe3rva0FAWQlHkb7M80azuAp402rmhQrl074Jpotdp3vHUy4eXVfdLmCbtUo=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEibsQ_t71i8ihstkSyJdJf5d1xCKCEArReimbOigBcFMBhfF9dKz1GcoC4vXDFodIlK82WMRINV6wrDgCvJ6vXvS9qrRIE5ET_SFM80Z9neKm-iN4wZwjxwgJTR7TmMkfBHEowi7xfE0TeUucTB8v4Ef7zBzWCLOI9pxQCCd8_B_nUKiVOJxLaNdQE-=s979" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="710" data-original-width="979" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEibsQ_t71i8ihstkSyJdJf5d1xCKCEArReimbOigBcFMBhfF9dKz1GcoC4vXDFodIlK82WMRINV6wrDgCvJ6vXvS9qrRIE5ET_SFM80Z9neKm-iN4wZwjxwgJTR7TmMkfBHEowi7xfE0TeUucTB8v4Ef7zBzWCLOI9pxQCCd8_B_nUKiVOJxLaNdQE-=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjPbXLYWb4a8yn-BGeA8oU5FtjsVmszzFXTTy07NTAiWIM9B1OdnFUOkLSlwBN0uI1tx1G28ZkArxqOZS_MF-C5j8jElWDOuLsXfbTq3zW1FUc3FgGmyfUFqBNqU8jlOUtu_F6KkvRBvrLXCidJCRGFuh0RwUGuIIjCD1_8jz7Yw3JTKnBnkOZ06EgT=s962" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="608" data-original-width="962" height="202" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjPbXLYWb4a8yn-BGeA8oU5FtjsVmszzFXTTy07NTAiWIM9B1OdnFUOkLSlwBN0uI1tx1G28ZkArxqOZS_MF-C5j8jElWDOuLsXfbTq3zW1FUc3FgGmyfUFqBNqU8jlOUtu_F6KkvRBvrLXCidJCRGFuh0RwUGuIIjCD1_8jz7Yw3JTKnBnkOZ06EgT=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEghtSLqQNYeFgnYR3XCFUXqh58L0K1bHaIAK8Lr6ZkvFoEKi_kgRUR0keOQN-pGPCKYGf8EaeNE0Jj2DGMMEZnTVMxq9G4Y7OqtPqfPQYONuIYOtqw-M2xAYG4igPNnSMofOiBAPgJf4NZ8iBhdWoMMUbUo597BQuRr4B2mgvQfk-6q28w5QDS4wS_t=s1080" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="702" data-original-width="1080" height="208" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEghtSLqQNYeFgnYR3XCFUXqh58L0K1bHaIAK8Lr6ZkvFoEKi_kgRUR0keOQN-pGPCKYGf8EaeNE0Jj2DGMMEZnTVMxq9G4Y7OqtPqfPQYONuIYOtqw-M2xAYG4igPNnSMofOiBAPgJf4NZ8iBhdWoMMUbUo597BQuRr4B2mgvQfk-6q28w5QDS4wS_t=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEim1ihIhUNDlXatxoGPqzQtaL9p1jAXjl92wpfsdTh05jItGt4guAmoFPWCtu0AUYrz2gUltzOBx71G1J2J8tR2cWPrVUxgZ-JJ0tcfeZpj0_nlXjuAPN0YLCDiXGDTz3fHEGmuBUFdGGa_Bt5q_2BRxS2BFrL-be-mTzJ-uaqCFJ0MHH6QriLgY_tk=s815" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="570" data-original-width="815" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEim1ihIhUNDlXatxoGPqzQtaL9p1jAXjl92wpfsdTh05jItGt4guAmoFPWCtu0AUYrz2gUltzOBx71G1J2J8tR2cWPrVUxgZ-JJ0tcfeZpj0_nlXjuAPN0YLCDiXGDTz3fHEGmuBUFdGGa_Bt5q_2BRxS2BFrL-be-mTzJ-uaqCFJ0MHH6QriLgY_tk=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Anyway, it was a beautiful day and I thought you might enjoy the pictures. Even overcast, cold days can be beautiful.</div><br />Poofhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13705099163872400043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961766989182251315.post-5144074966641202232021-12-31T13:38:00.002-05:002021-12-31T13:39:00.594-05:00In which no news is good news<p>Christmas went well. There were absolutely no hilarious mishaps to report. It was indeed an unfortunate choice not to have a trash committee, that issue blossomed.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgmHlD7SNmxRrFw0f7GNlt0tD1O0szDMVfgd5w5WiE-sjnA5Hoj4IjtaoiguqUm3Hf0vRDrsJj_a1gakZi9_QQqy4IJE4KZBYunQd30ucShn26se1DdN82J27_s3qQ1il-kdw35CjwwlOvjnZzTJ3QNf737ZA6zOHvBEgJqeKzDRW9Hc3erMwyFs6bi=s1080" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1080" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgmHlD7SNmxRrFw0f7GNlt0tD1O0szDMVfgd5w5WiE-sjnA5Hoj4IjtaoiguqUm3Hf0vRDrsJj_a1gakZi9_QQqy4IJE4KZBYunQd30ucShn26se1DdN82J27_s3qQ1il-kdw35CjwwlOvjnZzTJ3QNf737ZA6zOHvBEgJqeKzDRW9Hc3erMwyFs6bi=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>This was a special year with all of us together. Robby and Ollie were napping and, sadly, are not pictured.</p><p>I forgot my apple bread and left it in the freezer. Jerry brought 15 lb of mashed potatoes. And everybody had trouble with the 70 plus degree weather. Otherwise, it was a wonderful reunion. So good to spend three days together.</p><p>Also, very happy to see 2021 come to a close.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Poofhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13705099163872400043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961766989182251315.post-67738347737804278072021-12-25T05:56:00.003-05:002021-12-25T06:04:57.323-05:00Committees are the secret to a successful Christmas<p>Merry Christmas! I'm up at 5:00 waiting for the Cousin Crew to wake up.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj2kIexTEtg2Lh_wUxQOATDnSYZ7pQ2fYwzLXvlDupCRVE7uwRVmK-DCJoGGdmIfVujPciVj_C3AgeF8xjOQS4amQx7H608GUtTm1DkhC7NjzlVqQgZYzcPMFRO6_yFkIfCgnLwjGi4GhcE26oe0QgGl0EhZsU4ofSid7oWx9RLFX7ddmNpTXpSPhAJ=s2584" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2584" data-original-width="2309" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj2kIexTEtg2Lh_wUxQOATDnSYZ7pQ2fYwzLXvlDupCRVE7uwRVmK-DCJoGGdmIfVujPciVj_C3AgeF8xjOQS4amQx7H608GUtTm1DkhC7NjzlVqQgZYzcPMFRO6_yFkIfCgnLwjGi4GhcE26oe0QgGl0EhZsU4ofSid7oWx9RLFX7ddmNpTXpSPhAJ=s320" width="286" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Christmas Eve was a blast!</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg7cyf0i_vDjquceSwQpROchRqMwSP9DJ8avxjDJnPZq4xWzR-C63Zem6t8a3o60YyxSJ19mu2B7L9MHg61D4D-WPvJ8KBnOAPltRs-9Ohkl_hD0d4fQAx1cMGMLHTm4cbYp7oSlZCv6nVsI3qLEqzSJc8McgBBZpMqCSaBZvoPVQFm-XfGfj7SQ4UY=s4000" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg7cyf0i_vDjquceSwQpROchRqMwSP9DJ8avxjDJnPZq4xWzR-C63Zem6t8a3o60YyxSJ19mu2B7L9MHg61D4D-WPvJ8KBnOAPltRs-9Ohkl_hD0d4fQAx1cMGMLHTm4cbYp7oSlZCv6nVsI3qLEqzSJc8McgBBZpMqCSaBZvoPVQFm-XfGfj7SQ4UY=s320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg-IknCTpkvu09mOj2QSc1CN62nULmV1KCII8hPoyH29UQ27IDX2fDuZ0FrNJG0jiJVZBBOR0oGcy2e156CW07JYc8EaLTVPYJZpQuagLEugGfOYQz2rP6wz0opScvrMQlTgUjQbcQRKsSPCN0_Rkdp42s7KEhMPxg13Z0tfGyUTuFu94GQGFXkwTUh=s4000" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg-IknCTpkvu09mOj2QSc1CN62nULmV1KCII8hPoyH29UQ27IDX2fDuZ0FrNJG0jiJVZBBOR0oGcy2e156CW07JYc8EaLTVPYJZpQuagLEugGfOYQz2rP6wz0opScvrMQlTgUjQbcQRKsSPCN0_Rkdp42s7KEhMPxg13Z0tfGyUTuFu94GQGFXkwTUh=s320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Maybe too much fun for a few.</div><div><br /></div><div>The night started with a meeting of the Chair Committee. Followed by a briefing from the Utensil Committee. The Food Committee took over and all went well.</div><div><br /></div><div>We had our traditional lasagne dinner followed by the stocking stuffers exchange wherein the most coveted and traded gifts included a Chick Fil A card and an autographed photo of Eric Estrada that was clearly regifted.</div><div><br /></div><div>The least traded gift was a dose of GasX which the original recipient was stuck with. Which was totally appropriate since it was dad.</div><div><br /></div><div>The evening ended with hugs and kisses and me whispering to dad, "We have a situation brewing."</div><div><br /></div><div>Yikes! We never formed a Trash Committee. 😧</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjOMj6miskf6vHVKEZBEMzQFDZB_xJaUCVf9cBCrIGN8upzxrDjoXHJZospVF7Ylm6I5lLJSHHDxiDvhOtlYs_cZuf_8JCNn0OvIgQt6kyIBWQr0zwRMqeVU_KmTpNCUnkneHsVRg2kVF1OGVyEWDBVXqlGwy_g-cSOUkdnIyxJp16lsSCebZfNaS55=s4000" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjOMj6miskf6vHVKEZBEMzQFDZB_xJaUCVf9cBCrIGN8upzxrDjoXHJZospVF7Ylm6I5lLJSHHDxiDvhOtlYs_cZuf_8JCNn0OvIgQt6kyIBWQr0zwRMqeVU_KmTpNCUnkneHsVRg2kVF1OGVyEWDBVXqlGwy_g-cSOUkdnIyxJp16lsSCebZfNaS55=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><p><br /></p>Poofhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13705099163872400043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961766989182251315.post-9622059684084079502021-12-24T08:46:00.003-05:002021-12-25T06:05:22.933-05:00Cousin David Update<p>Within hours of starting my blog up again, who magically appeared through the back door while we were eating lunch?</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgMIPQ1jmLSAUGVKTbIVnSfBFpINFhhS4KEEy_7qM_7CB9NIzBQy1OdPX3q5Z74EMMOf1aFC-0x3C1fiBS-Gg_lE6QH22xJ-qRbudMCW0URvDWOMn35cWmSABZCWvcwevIs6-1n5eS8iezIxZy84yD2AMI1CzkUGoDBIf67nvt6QP7DKbJbtXprlAIU=s4000" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgMIPQ1jmLSAUGVKTbIVnSfBFpINFhhS4KEEy_7qM_7CB9NIzBQy1OdPX3q5Z74EMMOf1aFC-0x3C1fiBS-Gg_lE6QH22xJ-qRbudMCW0URvDWOMn35cWmSABZCWvcwevIs6-1n5eS8iezIxZy84yD2AMI1CzkUGoDBIf67nvt6QP7DKbJbtXprlAIU=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/961766989182251315/8314439475262331477">Cousin David</a>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He has aged a little since my blogging days, no? He and Lexi stopped by to show us their new car:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgf8i4F_CdSVZ2WG1A2AUQc5O2AIsCnWn6Oed_UaSxPl4f7Qa3fyuKariTxkukttUIfjE-zzGb97CqgfAADGV8cof1Lcyk0UN8qt6-8zbBAOHtnakxdKBdIsu8boILQMniMCejV1_N0pJQ8Qtt5PAL-XnlPJXq4YAgxJLC4EVRAETD9hkqErdFJkphT=s2128" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1633" data-original-width="2128" height="246" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgf8i4F_CdSVZ2WG1A2AUQc5O2AIsCnWn6Oed_UaSxPl4f7Qa3fyuKariTxkukttUIfjE-zzGb97CqgfAADGV8cof1Lcyk0UN8qt6-8zbBAOHtnakxdKBdIsu8boILQMniMCejV1_N0pJQ8Qtt5PAL-XnlPJXq4YAgxJLC4EVRAETD9hkqErdFJkphT=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We kicked the tires and smelled the interior, oooh'd and ahhh'd, and talked for awhile. It was so good to see them again and I think he has made it clear that he's ready for the blog to crank back up, too. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then the<a href="http://www.planetpookie.com/2009/07/nanas-anti-aging-cream.html?m=1"> little woman</a> called to see what was taking him so long. (She might not be as eager for the return of the blog.)</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg66hl4ZTV1ius8Nau1Kmt5n4Cp4T12hyoKl8WKwy9bHcvNGPS73cpPz3ZN6Jtc7oZ48ZyB_47EIdsgFl2fp9Hy3VbrNIm-Qn5mkPaV5SgTBAcR1CPlL2huqec-joaZB0L83bBb-x2Ld5LmqXlQ1NZYPJNUrY0J9EvMX96vX9M17HYS8007FbgEAK0U=s4000" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg66hl4ZTV1ius8Nau1Kmt5n4Cp4T12hyoKl8WKwy9bHcvNGPS73cpPz3ZN6Jtc7oZ48ZyB_47EIdsgFl2fp9Hy3VbrNIm-Qn5mkPaV5SgTBAcR1CPlL2huqec-joaZB0L83bBb-x2Ld5LmqXlQ1NZYPJNUrY0J9EvMX96vX9M17HYS8007FbgEAK0U=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Poofhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13705099163872400043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961766989182251315.post-404469492977447142021-12-23T03:04:00.001-05:002021-12-23T03:10:22.016-05:00Crossing the Catawba Again<p>So I crossed the Catawba again. Back in my blogging days, when I crossed the Catawba, it meant I was going to see my nana. But now I would have to cross the Jordan in order to see my nana again. So when I cross the Catawba now, I'm either meeting <a href="http://www.planetpookie.com/2010/03/happy-40th-cousin-david.html?m=1">Cousin David</a> for wings or going to visit my mom and dad.</p><p>In this case, it was Mom and Dad.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgoM0Iw03thFaf3lSRejcJQ0z1IEhyN-Dv2l-NQGoEiB2mOAY1t5fEVsQnzGVBYEeFHYZ0peXvlnQbDblpm6puOcL-Tt6xEzQIOLskPZjITJRmdfnXm1BK8lSKu6PNfWT_0bEhl9rrjmFwOZCW7rzJYpQr1VJSpbWltZDOQAJNUuzPnyZdw97jfzfkc=s2424" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1783" data-original-width="2424" height="235" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgoM0Iw03thFaf3lSRejcJQ0z1IEhyN-Dv2l-NQGoEiB2mOAY1t5fEVsQnzGVBYEeFHYZ0peXvlnQbDblpm6puOcL-Tt6xEzQIOLskPZjITJRmdfnXm1BK8lSKu6PNfWT_0bEhl9rrjmFwOZCW7rzJYpQr1VJSpbWltZDOQAJNUuzPnyZdw97jfzfkc=s320" width="320" /></a></div><p>As they approached their eighties, mom and Dad decided to sell the family home and downsize to a condominium. At which point, the grandchildren cried out for one last Christmas at Mimi and Papa's house. Mimi and Papa acquiesced, albeit with fear and trembling.</p><p>As Christmas drew near, they wondered more and more how they could possibly host 28 people for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. Several under the age of 9 and rather mischievous, slightly brutal to home decor. </p><p>So that's what led me to cross the Catawba three days before Christmas in the difficult year of 2021.</p><p>As I dusted the four bedroom home, climbed the rickety 1910 wooden ladder to fix the garage door opener and drizzled chocolate over 61 truffles (but who's counting?), I found myself longing for wings with Cousin David.</p><p>And thinking of Cousin David made me want to blog again because my faithful readers have always enjoyed following the life of Cousin David.</p><p>It was also a couple of faithful readers who suggested I might start blogging again. And with 28 family members in a four bedroom house for 2 days, what could provide better blogging material??</p><p>Drop a comment and tell me how you plan to celebrate christmas.</p><p><br /></p>Poofhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13705099163872400043noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961766989182251315.post-43115505381508754522021-01-16T09:18:00.001-05:002021-01-16T16:51:32.473-05:00Dakar 2021 Sketches<p>Dakar 2021 has concluded after two harsh weeks of excitement and cut-throat competition. Manuel Andujar took first place in the Quads. </p><p>Kevin Benavides (ARG / Honda) took first in the Bikes with Ricky Brabec (USA / Honda) at second and the adorable Sam Sunderland (GBR / KTM) taking third place.</p><p>Those are generally the only rankings I watch, however, I was watching the cars this year for Cyril Despres (FRA) because I was a huge fan of his when he did Bikes. Back in the day. </p><p>So here are a few sketches I did during the Dakar.</p><p style="text-align: center;">A watercolor based on a published photo by Charly Lopez.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikUx3Uysx3mWGsRadB44xA0Ph85ZFy89v8ePrQaboazpkqLRs8acVh3d2nmxkqr_U4R04VGiByXsvXVnsbLMyRPo31zqDDJ2NrfiL_Ynk4NuZYLYejlByDwnbZwIO9q_ENSq9CA-X6dKU/s2048/BasedOnCharlyLopezPhoto.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2012" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikUx3Uysx3mWGsRadB44xA0Ph85ZFy89v8ePrQaboazpkqLRs8acVh3d2nmxkqr_U4R04VGiByXsvXVnsbLMyRPo31zqDDJ2NrfiL_Ynk4NuZYLYejlByDwnbZwIO9q_ENSq9CA-X6dKU/s320/BasedOnCharlyLopezPhoto.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A pencil sketch of Cyril Despres based on a Red Bull Content Pool photo.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfuImUest-YJQOwtgdgMI6PQ9ZKOmERp8D7foEqaDZNTnoiWXjhlnj5YvdxCuBEsfcD442PYJS0eneX3pknP97JHNBVpmupSnMDpX8WUmnVRdW0rExSn9f2eh-MlWcK0xJ60u1p8k54OY/s2048/CyrilDespres.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1804" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfuImUest-YJQOwtgdgMI6PQ9ZKOmERp8D7foEqaDZNTnoiWXjhlnj5YvdxCuBEsfcD442PYJS0eneX3pknP97JHNBVpmupSnMDpX8WUmnVRdW0rExSn9f2eh-MlWcK0xJ60u1p8k54OY/s320/CyrilDespres.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A colored pencil sketch of Manuel Andujar at the finish line, winner of the Quads.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioq67LDcFb7bvtAehv9Q8VGUr-qLfQGLNLGKKFr60zEZjeTcAmaTwillLpkYLqE4hFBZiH1cTkUPCnS8enaYUt0efK55zSc6-0Looh2eWcVJJpmBLhqS4nXShPSZW3Kz31L7SotR_M7qs/s2008/ManuelAndujar_QuadWinner.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2008" data-original-width="2008" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioq67LDcFb7bvtAehv9Q8VGUr-qLfQGLNLGKKFr60zEZjeTcAmaTwillLpkYLqE4hFBZiH1cTkUPCnS8enaYUt0efK55zSc6-0Looh2eWcVJJpmBLhqS4nXShPSZW3Kz31L7SotR_M7qs/s320/ManuelAndujar_QuadWinner.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A watercolor of Toby Price.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLo15HGJqnmFHdHNRj8rhJt1goyB03jx32XyAbOsrh_D8VpEjjmtKxeJ3Bc1uVufWu6xsHEwYjzdpmVAxpiJM11U8bpAQLQSedhM3AHICS4g4Jpz7Jhy4j4oTNkhgP50p9wY9DUIpPtP4/s2048/TobyPrice2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2048" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLo15HGJqnmFHdHNRj8rhJt1goyB03jx32XyAbOsrh_D8VpEjjmtKxeJ3Bc1uVufWu6xsHEwYjzdpmVAxpiJM11U8bpAQLQSedhM3AHICS4g4Jpz7Jhy4j4oTNkhgP50p9wY9DUIpPtP4/s320/TobyPrice2.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Toby Price at the start.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyiLtL7vYlVq38d5kKz2RrRtmPrYyal3zkLUenmnnvN2g92pVqg_O8MSUq_2qQg2sdfqRSh-RosATadeJ3F6OfsVIGiPDHhAqpIItTwJzHKP3ECat6UNtpHVR2A4x-c-n5P4-oB1UzkDw/s2048/TobyPrice.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2048" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyiLtL7vYlVq38d5kKz2RrRtmPrYyal3zkLUenmnnvN2g92pVqg_O8MSUq_2qQg2sdfqRSh-RosATadeJ3F6OfsVIGiPDHhAqpIItTwJzHKP3ECat6UNtpHVR2A4x-c-n5P4-oB1UzkDw/s320/TobyPrice.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Poofhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13705099163872400043noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961766989182251315.post-84768143126741429492020-11-29T09:18:00.001-05:002020-11-29T10:57:41.584-05:00Wiseman's View, Linville Gorge, Marion, NC Blue Ridge Parkway<p>I went back to one of my favorite places in America for a sunrise view - the Linville Gorge at Linville Falls, NC. For sunrise, go to Wiseman's View, but you should have 4 wheel drive. It's a long drive on a gravel road with giant potholes. Every single passenger in your car will complain. So worth it.</p><p>For sunset, go to the other side of the gorge at Table Rock, hike up to the Chimneys for an amazing sunset.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Sunrise at Wiseman's View: <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij5cxcFe9OELvuYpX5PUKm1cLFjBU2aZsdPVPvQK_ohrENGbY_-O6MBUo6Zj0UFD43aBUWnL-lWFXg5Q2eDvm7PkvzbWMBUFdI_Abb8N8ulNWQDOrH4GpYTduiyHcPiC_3C9D2QpAm_9g/s960/Sunrise_LinvilleGorge2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij5cxcFe9OELvuYpX5PUKm1cLFjBU2aZsdPVPvQK_ohrENGbY_-O6MBUo6Zj0UFD43aBUWnL-lWFXg5Q2eDvm7PkvzbWMBUFdI_Abb8N8ulNWQDOrH4GpYTduiyHcPiC_3C9D2QpAm_9g/s320/Sunrise_LinvilleGorge2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Great view of Table Rock, NC:<br /></div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9d_bf_iSbr3YM_qtfTX_QZggnHs0yx9z4OcFaBN9wdb-iY5xJD8cyhgSM6Px30cwLfv6UyzBDJTtgvpF8kVZHqY0qW0SGjDvwsmmOebQh_CDnJFeBvYOzA8gKbpu-q3BvaK2kM6ncOSo/s960/Sunrise_LinvilleGorge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9d_bf_iSbr3YM_qtfTX_QZggnHs0yx9z4OcFaBN9wdb-iY5xJD8cyhgSM6Px30cwLfv6UyzBDJTtgvpF8kVZHqY0qW0SGjDvwsmmOebQh_CDnJFeBvYOzA8gKbpu-q3BvaK2kM6ncOSo/s320/Sunrise_LinvilleGorge.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW8WY_HuU4MXYm0gh_gvBvysS3yrEcgeNYYsC0k6nxRqCsKeHDGQ1nTSUAjBodh2x0MB3rrafwy7JuMOcl_pLI2BHDhGQfJ1IGHI0VsWCcmiXN9hHykVskkzqzwG5rHmEj0sytsk7lpDU/s960/Sunrise_LinvilleGorge3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW8WY_HuU4MXYm0gh_gvBvysS3yrEcgeNYYsC0k6nxRqCsKeHDGQ1nTSUAjBodh2x0MB3rrafwy7JuMOcl_pLI2BHDhGQfJ1IGHI0VsWCcmiXN9hHykVskkzqzwG5rHmEj0sytsk7lpDU/s320/Sunrise_LinvilleGorge3.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>I have two or three more weeks of work in Boone, working 6 days a week. Not sure where next Sunday will lead me, but I'll keep you posted. Muah, darlings.<br /></p></div>Poofhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13705099163872400043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961766989182251315.post-82556459109319223482020-11-26T05:35:00.005-05:002020-11-27T05:44:28.931-05:00Blue Ridge-less Parkway, Boone NC<p style="text-align: center;"> When you can't see the Blue Ridge . . .</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWmDFOz-LIorMejh1NcBi023_i_EpKj2jFNOryK0Pwjvbu-T1PJ1g-ibN3uP5ljbGuWd_XU9U78R1qKIiLEvZ9TNX5Zd7_3Zkbq5X0JXu2isuJWoo_f_Tz27DapH0LJQVZztXXPh9wpW8/s1579/WilsonCreekOverlookThanksgiving.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1184" data-original-width="1579" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWmDFOz-LIorMejh1NcBi023_i_EpKj2jFNOryK0Pwjvbu-T1PJ1g-ibN3uP5ljbGuWd_XU9U78R1qKIiLEvZ9TNX5Zd7_3Zkbq5X0JXu2isuJWoo_f_Tz27DapH0LJQVZztXXPh9wpW8/s320/WilsonCreekOverlookThanksgiving.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>My folks came up to join me for Thanksgiving dinner. I took them up to my favorite outlooks between Linville and Boone on the Blue Ridge Parkway. Everything was covered in clouds, it was gorgeous. At over 4,000 feet, we could look down upon the clouds and just about scoop them up with our hands. And of course, being Thanksgiving, we thought they looked like whipped cream. Then we wanted some pumpkin pie. Which we'd already had. But still.</p><p>A Thanksgiving dinner at the Dan'l Boone Inn is a must. Or anytime of year, if you're in the area, stop in for some outstanding homestyle cooking. <br /></p><p>In these three posts on the Wilson Creek overlook, isn't it amazing how different it looks each time? Always a surprise. I'm loving Boone, but missing my kids.</p><h2 style="text-align: center;">Happy Thanksgiving!<br /></h2>Poofhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13705099163872400043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961766989182251315.post-17735542605728763312020-11-25T05:33:00.000-05:002020-11-27T05:35:24.272-05:00Blue Ridge Parkway, Boone NC<p style="text-align: center;"> Hence the name . . . . </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPbxmwsfQJiwqZtmGz_hir5YTN0KvkzEiLfeadkQ4TjsrXd8EI9jgsoPoApVJjH4jjc9n8Qe1yQw7G5SZ8P2Zb6o1mI15Mkx54uQ9rrl_hI4Q5Mlfcbxyh2azl8v2S7AoeJBvj4UBf4zk/s1901/WilsonCreekOverlookBlueRidge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1426" data-original-width="1901" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPbxmwsfQJiwqZtmGz_hir5YTN0KvkzEiLfeadkQ4TjsrXd8EI9jgsoPoApVJjH4jjc9n8Qe1yQw7G5SZ8P2Zb6o1mI15Mkx54uQ9rrl_hI4Q5Mlfcbxyh2azl8v2S7AoeJBvj4UBf4zk/s320/WilsonCreekOverlookBlueRidge.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Poofhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13705099163872400043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961766989182251315.post-40673617225802919552020-11-24T05:32:00.001-05:002020-11-29T10:59:55.481-05:00Blue Ridge Parkway Boone NC<p>I keep returning to the Yonahlossee Outlook on the Blue Ridge Parkway, usually at sunrise. I inch up the parkway in the dark and watch the sky wake up, then speed down the mountain to try to get to work on time.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxzjBLLzLN93-n2Mh4MwCriE_cfG4r-HQd5WnAkhxbLhBCB_1bXFFGJQj483dMCWjVHVwjALEIWtriJAldB9YUZyWeFgfZtJOF8Ee0X8lD5aQsa_jEUdl35HRcThHbiL7OXIVQs8K7rc4/s1835/WilsonCreekOverlookSunrise.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1376" data-original-width="1835" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxzjBLLzLN93-n2Mh4MwCriE_cfG4r-HQd5WnAkhxbLhBCB_1bXFFGJQj483dMCWjVHVwjALEIWtriJAldB9YUZyWeFgfZtJOF8Ee0X8lD5aQsa_jEUdl35HRcThHbiL7OXIVQs8K7rc4/s320/WilsonCreekOverlookSunrise.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Poofhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13705099163872400043noreply@blogger.com0