Thursday

What a day! Calvin the mechanic was there at 8:00 am with the part SeeYa needed and had her all fixed up in about an hour. I called Calvin, Steve in yesterday’s blog. His name is Calvin and he works for Steve. He is really a nice guy and knows his stuff!

I took the dogs (separately) for long walks this morning while Kip and Calvin worked on SeeYa. It was a gorgeous morning in Mississippi.

(We had a good spot at the KOA in Toomsuba, MS.)

We packed up and boogied around noon and made it to McComb, MS. I was rv park finder challenged again. I called places all afternoon, but it appeared that I wasn’t going to be able to make it happen. It wasn’t that they were full, but they were either too far out, or didn’t have full service spots.

We stopped at a park that sounded pretty nice, but turned out to be no good. It was the second time in a week this happened. I did take this picture of an old train they had sitting at the entrance. I tried to make it look nostalgic. It was a “through the window” drive-by pic.

Another shot w/o the effects. It makes me want to know it’s story.

We went on to McComb and finally found a spot in the Quin State Park. It’s beautiful and we can’t believe it’s only $14.00 a night for a full service space. At that rate, we may stay another night and go to see the Camp Van Dorn World War II Museum. Besides, we didn’t get settled in here until 8:00 pm last night. It’s no fun setting up when it’s dark and we’re weary…

Sammie: Yeah…I’m weary too. Are you weary Pattie?

Pattie: Yeah, Sammie…I’m wearier. What does weary mean, Sammie?

Sammie: I’m not sure, but I think it involves bones, so I’m all for it!

Pattie: Me too, Sammie. I’m more ‘all for it.’

I’m weary too. I never have room for my head.

Friday morning

I’m sitting in my favorite spot… sipping on a cup of coffee. It’s quiet except for the sound of the birds singing.

We are going to leave here tomorrow and head to Natches, MS. We want to drive up the scenic Natchez Trace Parkway which will take us to Vicksburg. It will all take a couple of days, but after that, the next sight we’ll see is going to be home. 

A trip like this might seem extravagant or even foolish to some, but we plan to take one long road trip a year for as long as we’re able. We prepared for this by selling our big house and buying a much smaller one so we could afford to purchase SeeYa who is now sweet sixteen. Like most people, we worked hard for many years. Sometimes retirement age seemed a long way off. Sadly, we often wished we could get older faster. Kip commuted eighty miles one way for the last several years before he could retire. He counted how many more miles he had to drive rather than birthdays.

Like all families, we have our crosses to bear/bare, but time on the road renews our spirit. It strengthens our appreciation of life and the beauty in this world God created for us.

We are grateful that for a couple of months each year, we can live our dream.

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Below is what is sure to be an award winning photograph that will eventually make me millions. I took it quite by accident. I think the camera was in selfie mode, and when I took the picture through the window, I got this reflection which I know must be one of a kind…pure art!

 

Our time in North Carolina is coming to an end. We have enjoyed ourselves immensely, which shouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone. I hope as you have traveled along with us through the blog, you have been able to picture it.

I think the reason this trip has been so exceptional is because all of the family and friends we have stopped to see, have made time for us. We were able to have one on one visits that enabled us to get to know each other better, and as far as Kip and I are concerned, it was a time in our lives we will always treasure. We wouldn’t trade it for all the “tea in China”…uhoh…

I’ve been hanging around James too long. He is on a mission to find the origination and meaning of the idioms we all use such as, “the whole ball of wax,” or, “the whole nine yards.”…Now I find myself doing it. What does, “that’s how the cow ate the cabbage,” mean?

 “It’s raining cats and dogs,” and, “I’m feeling under the weather,” don’t make, “a lick if sense.”

It’s time for me to change the subject, so I’ll tell you about today (Monday). Kip and I went grocery shopping this morning, and Janet took me thrift store shopping this afternoon. 

In one of the stores, I was busily looking through some Halloween costumes when I heard Janet yell, “Look at this crown!”

The bejeweled crown is mine now. Thanks for spotting it, Janet. It sure made my day.

I don’t have a winter crown. This will work don’t you think? Can you picture it with my denim jacket?

We wanted to reciprocate James and Janet’s warm hospitality, so we invited them for a picnic at our house tonight. It was fun to spend our last night here eating and watching television outside. Yes, I said outside. I’ve always felt cheated because I couldn’t watch tv outside. (You can’t see it in the pictures so you will have to picture it, but there is a television in a compartment that pulls out from the rv. FYI…our satellite doesn’t work unless the front of the rv has southern exposure. No trees can be in the way in the back or the front, so we can only watch sattelite tv if we don’t have any shade…picture it.

We couldn’t get the Cowboy game so Kip kept track of the score through a play by play he found on his cellphone. He couldn’t get the video so he had to close his eyes and picture it. Unfortunately he fell asleep and missed the last quarter.

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It’s now Tuesday morning and we’re getting ready to take our house down the road. It’s a beautiful day here in Hendersonville, so we’ll enjoy our long walk with the dogs just before we pull out.

Later:

We’re ready to hit the road and high-tail it out of here. Hope you have a great day, and if you do or see anything you want to remember, take a picture. It makes it easier to picture it later.

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Do you remember the song by the Kingston Trio about a man named Charlie who went for a ride on the MTA? The fare to take the subway and transfer to the train was fifteen cents, but Charlie only had a dime, and the conductor wouldn’t let him get off. Charlie’s wife went down to the station every day to throw Charlie a sandwich through the open window as the train went rumbling through.

And so the song continues…

He never returned no he never returned and his fate is still unlearned. He may ride forever ‘neath the streets of Boston. He’s the man who never returned.

All Charlie needed was one more nickel.

My brother, Billy, gave me the album with that song on it for Christmas one year. I loved the song, but I couldn’t understand why Charlie’s wife didn’t just toss a nickel through the window instead of a sandwich, so poor Charlie could get off the train and go home.

I snapped this picture when we were walking the three ruffkateers this morning. We had a good time in Brevard, NC, and we enjoyed this quiet little RV Park.

Some song lyrics don’t make sense, but that doesn’t mean we can’t still enjoy the music.

Maybe Charlie didn’t want to get off the train. Maybe his wife was okay with that… and in fact, was an enabler. She threw him a sandwich every day so he didn’t have to get off the train and go home. Maybe it was a win-win situation.

From Brevard, we drove down the road to Hendersonville to see friends James and Janet Adams. Here we are having a snack at an Irish Pub in Hendersonville’s fun downtown. I will get more pictures tomorrow.

You might be asking yourself, what does the song about Charlie have to do with our road trip?

Let me try to explain. We want to go home, but we don’t want to get off the road. With every stopover, we ask each other, “could you live here?” It would be quite an adventure to continuously see new places and visit old friends.

We looked all over for Kip. 

He was standing in line at the bakery. He has the ability to sniff out a bear claw from miles away.

After spending a fun afternoon, we returned to the RV park to walk the dogs and get ready for dinner. James and Janet live in the residential area of the park which makes it really convenient for us. They had invited Anne and Bear to join us, and we were excited to be able to spend a little more time with them.

homemade chicken pot pie and peach cobbler made with  fresh peaches. I didn’t get a picture of the salad, but it had all my favorites in it…spinnach, feta cheese, nuts, and a light and flavorful dressing.

The food was great and so are the people we got to shared it with…

We can have fun daydreaming about being vagabonds drifting from coast to coast. You know the type of people I’m talking about. They gather no moss. Eventually, they run out of old friends. The friends they had at home, get used to not having them around and no longer even ask about them. They’re merely wanderers. Wanderers never see their kids or grandkids. They can’t even go to the post office to get their mail. What do wanderers do when they have to go to the doctor or the three ruffkateers and the cat have to go to the vet?

I just remembered something…my brother gave me two albums that Christmas. The other one was Ray Charles. There is only one song on that album that I can remember. It went something like this:

My bills are all due and the baby needs shoes and I’m busted. Cotton is down to a quarter a pound and I’m busted. I got a cow that went dry and a hen that won’t lay…A big stack of bills that gets bigger each day. The county’s going to haul my belongings away cause I’m busted.

I went to my brother to ask for a loan cause I was busted. I hate to beg like a dog without a bone, but I’m busted.

It costs a lot of money to be a wandering vagabond. We better go home…in about a week.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The older I get, the more I appreciate friendship. 

I have made some very special friends through the blog, our church, and my part-time job, but until the last few years, I didn’t know much about having and being a friend. I couldn’t imagine trusting another person enough to let them help me through difficult times, and I wasn’t self confidant or brave enough to try to help someone else through theirs.

I wasn’t really selfish or uncaring…I lacked courage. I wasn’t at all sure I wanted to get to know someone else that well, and I was unwilling to let myself be vulnerable. I didn’t know how to give or receive in a friendship and I wasn’t sure I could learn.

Then Kip and I gradually became involved with a group of very special people…and so began the process of learning about friendship. I was around people who demonstrated it through good times and bad. They’re the kind of people who can be depended on to help others because that’s what friends do. It takes courage, patience, trust, compassion and understanding. Friendship is a big commitment. 

No one can fix everything, but a caring friend can look beyond the smile and see the pain in their friend’s eyes. They can also enthusiastically share in their joy. It’s as simple and as difficult as that. 

Friends like these can also be a whole lot of fun.

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Since Kip and I started taking longer RV trips, we have made it a priority to spend time with friends we don’t get to see very often. This year’s trip has been especially rewarding. 

I’m sure all of our friends back home who know these smiling faces in the picture below, will join us in being thankful for the many blessings of friendship.

I want to thank Anne and Bear Jones for their warm hospitality. This morning Kip and I went hiking with Anne and we got to see some awesome waterfalls. Then we all had a fun lunch at Rocky’s. After lunch we went to see the totally impressive Sierra Nevada Brewery and more beautiful waterfalls. Later James and Janet Adams joined us for dinner…followed by ice cream. 

Janet and James are going to feed us all tomorrow.

The hike, lunch and the brewery

I also promised to show you a picture of Anne and Bear’s beautiful log home in Brevard, North Carolina.

Back to our trip.

We decided to stay two nights at the beautiful East Ashville KOA in Ashville, NC. We had to catch up on some RV maintenance, housekeeping and laundry. After we’ve moved two or three days in a row, we like to stay put an extra day.

Below, are some pictures of the park…the weather was gorgeous, the lake and creek serene, and the laundry room was clean. What more could you ask for? Ah yes…good food! We had a plan for that too.

Last night (Tuesday) we decided to have dinner at one of the restaurants in the quaint downtown of Black Mountain. We wanted to find a place with outside seating so we could enjoy the beautiful evening. 

Here are some shots of downtown.

Our food…

Kip had a Philadelphia sandwich and I had grilled chicken with pesto and fetta cheese. I don’t know why I didn’t have the server take a picture of us. I’m sure you’ve seen people licking their plates before.

This morning  (Thursday) we drove to Brevard, NC where our friends. Anne and Bear live. We took the long way because our GPS lady is for some reason, unhappy with us. 

Kip drove the RV and I followed him in the Jeep. What should have been an hour and a half trip, turned into three hours. We were even in South Carolina for a while and got to travel another winding road through the mountains.

At last…we arrived at our new home, (Not this church. I took this along the way.) After checking in with Anne and Bear, we set our house up, grabbed a sandwich and took the three ruffkateers for a walk. A little while later, we met Bear and followed him up a winding mountain road to their beautiful log home. I’ll get pictures of it tomorrow.

Anne and Bear

The clueless couple.

Anne and Bear gave us a tour of their unbelievable log home. I have never seen anything like it. The only other house I have seen that fits the theme of the location as well, is their home at the lake where they spend the winter months.

We took a drive around their community and saw the sights of Brevard. Kip and I love it! I felt right at home when they surprised me with a visit to the thrift shop where Anne volunteers. (I made a small purchase.)

Bear said if you runnover a bicycler around here you go to prison, but if you run over a white squirrel, you get the death penalty. Apparently, seeing a white squirrel is becoming a rare thing. 

Leave it to the luck of an amateur, I spotted one!

Pictures of the golf course and lake 

Tomorrow morning Anne is going to take Kip, me and the ruffkateers on a two hour hike. We’re having lunch at a fun ice cream and sandwich shop, then we’ll visit a magnificent brewery, and go out to dinner at a seafood restaurant. 

Tonight, Anne fixed a delicious dinner. We had pork roast, baked potatoes, salad and fresh fruit. For dessert, we had the best apple cake I’ve ever put in my mouth, served with gelato. You can tell when the food is exceptional…I forget to be rude and take pictures.

Because I love …

I know I waddle when I walk

Have a mouthful when I talk!

I love food…

I go to thrift stores one by one

Buy lots of clothes and save a ton

I love good deals…

I can talk until I drop

Or until someone says STOP!

I love my friends…

I see the world through a camera lens

I hope this trip just never ends

I love RVing…

*To be contonued*