The camera club went the night before to the Pixie Forest near Graybeard Overlook on the BRP. I didn’t make that trip, but we woke up to fog and had a day we could go goof together till about midday, so we headed that way. Continue reading
Plans are nothing; planning is everything —Dwight D. Eisenhower
Hubby cut off work a little early one day this month and we ate dinner out, a rarity for us, at Hawg Wild in Pisgah Forest. Then to Skinny Dip Falls.
On my way out to my Aunt and Uncles to pick Shannon up, I had to pull over and take a few shots of the rime ice.
If you know me at all, you know I don’t like any of them and even with my constant darn tinnitus they’re hard to tune out to read a book while the crowd is screaming into our living room. I can blame the lack of interest on my dad, who was game for a walk in the woods over sitting for hours watching other people play any game. When I was first married I had visions of blowing the TV out the side of our mobile home into the yard. It was quite the adjustment as the man I married played several sports and would watch any sport, English words or not. I was the opposite. The last one to be picked for a team because I don’t like sports, so I’m awful at them all. [insert flashback of dodge-ball here] Continue reading