Saturday, September 27, 2014

Ordinary

In order to maintain a certain amount of excitement engendered by Judy's son's Colorado Trail hike, I should be able to record some equally fantastic feat.  I can't.  It's not that I've been doing nothing, it's that I've been doing ordinary things.  I would like to campaign for ordinary.  Five cheers for ordinary here.

(Perhaps ordinary means extra-ordinary.  Sometimes.  If one is extremely grateful for ordinary.)
Julie

If you're ordinary you can smell the flowers.

If you're ordinary you can paint your kitchen green.

If you're ordinary you can tackle your pile of books.

If you're ordinary you can eat a piece of pie.

If you're ordinary your children can come visit you, AND you can take them to see Rosie the tarantula.
Hazel wanted to hold Rosie, Emory did not.
Back to North Carolina they went.  Sadness here.

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

First Car, Last State

If you've read our book, you know that I (Judy) have visited every state in the union with the exception of one.  Michigan!  This summer we drove the complete Lake Michigan Circle Tour...900 miles plus from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, up through Green Bay, over to Sault Ste. Marie, down to Mackinac Island, on to Traverse City, then to Holland and Chicago and back to Milwaukee.  I took pictures galore, of lighthouses (Michigan has more than any other state), Sleeping Bear Dunes and Pictured Rocks National Lakeshore (painted by God with eons, not brushes), and a covered bridge.  We visited a shopping center/restaurant/condo village that we found later to be the old state insane asylum.  We felt the ice cold water of several lakes, breathed in the uniqueness of a place where no cars, only bicycles and horse drawn carriages are allowed, and drove through rainstorms so furious even the windshield wipers couldn't keep up!  (The loudest clap of thunder and flash of lightning was when I was in a little wooden outhouse!) But would you believe my favorite picture of all was that of these wonderfully rusted, has-been Renault Dauphines?  My first car!  How I loved that car.  And do you know what?  Those cars reminded me of ME!  Just plain old with defective parts, unrecognizable chassis, dimming headlights and seat cushion stuffing nearly gone, yet to me, a beautiful car still.  We may not always be who we were, but we'll always be who we are.
Just like me

Painted Rocks...the copper in the rock same color as the water


Former insane asylum


The Holland Harbor Light, known as Big Red
A beautiful home on Macinac Island

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

The Gift





Our son is truly through hiking now.  His thru-hike of 485 miles on the Colorado Trail was accomplished in 26 days...an average of 19.4 miles a day!  Amazing!  His dad and I were his crew throughout and what a thrill it was to find him at the designated trailheads every time.  My fears of his being mauled by a bear, attacked by a pack of coyotes or being torn apart by wild dogs turned out to be unfounded.  In the end, the only dangers he encountered were biting mosquitoes, pesky flies and a charging cow.

Now that we're both in our 70's, how many more chances will we have to care for our son or daughter?  Soon it might be their turn to care for us.  Maybe it's a privilege either way.  Thanks, God (and Scott),  for this amazing gift.

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

A Night at the Bordello




       
        That's where we are now...in Silverton, Colorado in an old Victorian bordello built in 1907, now newly refurbished with iron bedsteads, antique china and Godey prints hanging from rose colored walls.  After Frisco, we met our son in Salida, Lake City, and now Silverton.  He has only 75 miles to go to Durango and the end of the 485 mile Colorado Trail.  Attempting to average 25 miles a day for the next three days, he astounds me with his tenacity, endurance and fortitude.  Because he's lost so much weight, his wife Robyn commented on a photo we emailed her, "There's nothing left but beard!"

What a lesson he teaches me.  Keep on keepin' on...no matter what!  You, too, faithful reader.
Judy

A Southern Adventure

Judy and Don are still following their hiker son along the Colorado Trail.  Not to be outdone, Richard and I flew east to heat and humidity and new sights.  Here is a photo montage for you:

First, view our two dear granddaughters in North Carolina,


 eating ice cream with their parents at a Brevard Music Center concert on the lawn.


 I must always visit the magical fairyland of the Biltmore,


where even the insects pose.


Then on we drove to Atlanta where the purple and red and pink and white crepe myrtle blooms all summer,


 strange things happen to flora at the  Botanical Gardens,


and a Colorado Springs artist Dale Chihuly contributes his glass sculpture to the fountain (he has no idea we snuck in as well). At least Richard says it's Dale's work.  If I've led you on, I apologize!




We finished with a sobering time at the Martin Luther King exhibit.  This is where he was born. Don't miss the Ebenezer Baptist Church and the history center just across the street.
I've heard that a picture is worth 1000 words...much easier on the eye than multitudinous print, I think.  Enjoy, yuall!

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Thru-Hiking





Not 'through hiking' (words I will be happy to hear), but that won't be for another two plus weeks.  My former marathon-national-champion-son is now a hiker encountering weather he never planned on for the middle of July...monsoon season in the Rockies arrived early this year.  Sunshine gone by noon, dark billowing clouds heavy with moisture, lightning, rain, hail and cold have plagued him the last week.  River crossings through fast rushing water, yet scenery so breathtaking even non-believing mortals would be given pause.  The San Juan's loom ahead and more tales to be told next week.  I can't wait!   Psalm 148:7-10 This post from Judy again.

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Scott's Peregrination


After 7 days and over 120 miles, who looks the worse for wear?  My son's trip over the Colorado Trail is killing me!  

We met him Sunday morning in Copper Mountain and drove to nearby Frisco so he could have a good night's sleep on a real mattress and re-supply food and whatever else necessary for this long 500 mile journey in the Rocky Mountains.  He was exhausted and dehydrated, but gratified.  After a well deserved breakfast of eggs, sausage, challah french toast and cups and cups of hot coffee on the Bread and Salt patio, we found a darling bed and breakfast hotel dating from 1885 and moved into a small but cozy old fashioned room, decorated in flowered and striped wallpaper, antique furniture and old quilts.  He told us stories of thunderstorms, wind and lightning.  Mosquitoes, deer, elk and big horn sheep.  He slept the afternoon away, regaining strength for the next three-quarters of his expedition.  Monday morning after another hearty breakfast, we bid him God-speed until we meet him in another 8 or 9 days. 

I'm a mother...I cried again as he walked up the trail and out of sight.  I'll keep you posted.

       Judy