Saturday, October 14, 2017

My Heart's in the Highlands

I think part of my heart will always be in the Appalachian Mountains of North Carolina where The Writer and I built our first home many years ago. These are photos of the trip we took a couple weeks ago on my birthday.

Hwy 64 between Highlands and Cashiers
Whiteside Cove, Horse Cove Road with 37 curves and switchbacks
Dry Falls, a 75 foot waterfall in the Nantahala National Forest.  
You can walk behind it and remain dry.  Sort of.  
Picnic lunch on the rocks by the road, Sugarfork.  

Mountain Rest, North Carolina.  Isn't that a perfect name?
Little Sliding Rock, a 10 foot drop on slippery rocks on the Chattooga River.
I was so tempted to slide down it until I stuck one foot in the water and it became numb!

What it would have looked like sliding down ....

🍁 🍂 🍁
I have some happy news to report today.  
After 10 weeks my mom is finally out of the care center and at home!  
My sister is there with her as she can't be alone yet and we will be going down to see her in a few days.  

Sunday, October 8, 2017

Cotton



Near Kingstree, South Carolina, miles and miles of cotton fields
After the relentless march of the boll weevil across the South, the resurrection of one of our state's top crops has taken a hundred years.  Most of the cotton is ripe now and drying, 250,000 acres of a fluffy blanket of white in the distance.  


Even if you don't wear cotton clothing, you consume cotton. It's in your ice cream, your toothpaste, potato chips, pretzels, and cookies, your cosmetics and plastics.  

The paper money you carry around?  75% U.S. cotton!

If you live in the U.S., much of it comes from South Carolina.






Salter, SC, sharecropper's cabin

With a moderate summer, adequate rainfall, and a little mercy from Hurricane Irma, South Carolina farmers stand ready to harvest their biggest cotton crop ever.

Saturday, October 7, 2017

Argh

Definition of infuriating: Write a post, insert all the photos, hit publish, and ... nothin'. Not published, not in Saved Posts, Draft, or Offline either.  Just gone.

I'll be back when I can figure something out.  We have been trying for two days without success so it might be awhile.  

Meanwhile, I have a question for you all.  What app do you use to build your blog?  I want: a) less frustration, b) better photos, c) LESS FRUSTRATION, ha ha.  And I prefer to use my iPad because that's where my photos are.  And not pay an arm and a leg.  

Is that too much to ask?

Thank you.  

Thursday, September 28, 2017

My Birthday Adventure

The Writer: What do you want for your birthday, a present or a trip?
Me: A trip!
The Writer: Where do you want to go?
Me: The mountains!

Denny Gross, you guessed right, the Smoky Mountains of western North Carolina.  We stayed in Highlands in a lodge that was on several acres with a noisy stream right outside our window and a small lake,  



an outdoor dining room ...






and a little porch right over the stream, nestled in the rhododendrons, for reading 
and writing and drawing called 
The Secret Spot.









"Break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods.

 Wash your spirit clean.”         (John Muir)



















The ducks are very tame.  At eight every morning, when the dining room opens for breakfast for guests, a couple dozen ducks waddle up from the pond, across the parking lot in a line, and wait for the owner to come out and give them their morning corn.  If it isn't forthcoming quick enough, they get very noisy!  



In 1875 two gentlemen from Kansas purchased the land they named Highlands.  The entrepreneurs were convinced that this spot, where lines drawn between Chicago and New York and Savannah and Chicago intersected, was destined to become the next center of commerce and trade in the United States.  They missed the mark by about 130 miles.  It's called Atlanta.  
Oh, well.  Instead the natural beauty of the mountains was preserved and Highlands gradually became a place for melting Southernors (like me!) to get away from the summer heat and bustle of places like Atlanta, and that's what it remains.
There are lots of shops and two historic inns in the village.  The Highlands Inn opened in 1880 and has been restored to its original state with antique furnishings, wall coverings, and stenciling, and is in the National Registery of Historic Places.  The other, Old Edward Inn, was built in 1878 as a boarding house and over the years has grown to cover at least a city block with swimming pools and spa facilities and I don't know what all.  We peeked in the front door of one of the old parts and it was a lobby that looked like it had been furnished in the 1920s.  The rest of it is new and very modern. 
We went hiking and took some driving trips and I'll have some pictures of the mountain scenery next time.

Monday, September 25, 2017

Guess!


In a temperate rainforest ...

Lichen capital of the WORLD ...

Salmander capital of the WORLD ...


(and, it's my birthday!)

GUESS WHERE WE ARE.  
(No fair googling, y'all,)

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Bonnie's Barn Country Store

It seems like nothing in the South is ever purposefully torn down.  Buildings are left in peace to pass away in their own time, to fade into the background under encroaching vines, lean and sag into the sand, succumb to saplings that grow right up through the floors  and

shoulder them off their foundations. Next to go is the roof, piece by piece of rusting tin, first lifted and loosened, then flying right away in the hurricanes.  Finally the rains soak the wood and, helped along by the termites and sow bugs, the  millipedes and carpenter ants, they turn to dust and disappear into the earth.  

Bonnie's Barn on the highway to Charleston was a country store from the early to late 1900s, owned and run by Bonnie Thames.  Bonnie was one of three brothers who owned stores in the area.  On the hour drive between Charleston and the next town, Georgetown, it was a place for touring motorists to stop for gas and a cold Coke on the trip through the Francis Marion National Forest on the way to the hunting camps and Myrtle Beach fun. 
Bonnie Thames must have sold plenty of gas and Cokes because here is his once-fine home next door.

The old Southern mansion is and was the lone home for miles around. It is surrounded by protected wetlands, pine forests, and old rice fields near the Santee River.  






It's easy to imagine evenings and Sunday afternoons on this porch, sipping sweet tea and watching the cars on the highway that runs up the coast from Florida to Maine, US. 17.  I wonder if the rooms upstairs might have been used as lodging for travelers in those days gone by.

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

All is Calm, All is Bright

Thanks so much for your caring thoughts and good wishes for my mom and our safety. 

 lrma came through Monday with 50 mph wind gusts and rain that fell sideways, but we are just fine.  We are at 12 ft. above sea level so we didn't get any water other than puddles.  However, Front Street, the main street of our town, is right on the harbor, and it didn't fare as well.  


The photos were taken on Monday as the worst of the storm was just winding up.  They are from the Internet -- I was safely at home, not out walking in flood waters like some people!  The stores had been sandbagged when we went through town on Saturday so I'm hoping their inventory was spared.  We checked on the old sailboat and it came through without a scratch.  
The sun is has been out and a beautiful breeze is drying things up nicely here in Georgetown. 
My mom's home in Florida was not damaged by the hurricane but the electricity is still out at the care home and everyone is quite uncomfortable as the air-conditioners can't run.  At another facility in Florida five elderly people have died from the heat so we are hoping they get power back very soon.  
On the Facebook page for my mom's town someone posted this yesterday:

"Have someone's white carport in my yard. 
 Will trade for my missing piece of tan siding."

Sometimes the best thing you can do is laugh!