Friday, November 29, 2013

Day After, Day Before

The day after Thanksgiving mean just one thing in these parts.  And it’s not about shopping for bargains.  It’s the day before the Iron Bowl. 

      #4 Auburn   versus   #1 Alabama

Each year the cross-state rivals battle it out on alternate campuses.  This year it’s our turn to host.  On home game days, our little college town becomes the 5th most populous city in the state.  

It’s always a big game, but some years it means even more.  This is one of those years.  Tomorrow’s game determines who goes to the SEC Championship and, possibly, the National Title Game.  

There were no classes this week so the tailgaters started moving in Monday in order to grab a prime spot.  

This peaceful agricultural field 


It’s like Quartzsite on The Plains. 

Tigers and Elephants everywhere.  Disclaimer: this blog supports Tiger picures only.

A House Divided


This year I saw Ice Cream Trucks

and Sewer Trucks

And all manner of rigs

We had a nice relaxed Turkey Day.  John's sis joined us for a dinner of prime rib with Yorkshire pudding.  Sorry, no photos - it got devoured pretty quickly.   

But I did manage to grab this photo the night before Thanksgiving.  A dinner of fried oysters, french fries, and salad.  

In other news, my honey gave the GDB a much-needed cleaning.

And I got to afix my decal

Life IS good!

Next week me and the GDB head to the beach!

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Home Again!

 After 3 weeks and 2,385 miles it's time for some home sweet home.  

Sweet hubby.  Sweet puppy.  

As I’ve said, this was just a fantastic trip.  I was able to see and do everything on my list.  Other than the brake problem I encountered in the mountains, I can’t think of a single thing I would change.  

And I collected 35 National Park stamps!  

Web Photo

I got home late yesterday afternoon.  I’m still getting used to having a really big refrigerator and an unlimited water supply.

Even the end of the journey was wonderful.  I stopped about an hour from home at West Point Lake's Whitetail Ridge campground in order to visit with fellow-blogger TinyCamper.  

Sharon, husband Ron, and two doggies (Sunny and Sheba) just love to get out and explore nature in their beautiful Casita.  They had a serene spot right on the water.   

I first met Sharon last spring after following her blog for several years.  But this was the first time I got to see her Casita interior.  As you can see, it’s a cozy cottage on wheels.  Sharon has re-done the interior with style.  It’s beautiful and inviting.   

Next Sharon toured the GDB.  We sat inside out of the wind and had a nice long chat.  Sharon’s just a lovely person and I so look forward to camping with her in the future. 

I’ll spend the next few days moving out of the GDB, cleaning her up inside and out, and preparing for the next adventure - a camping trip to Florida in about 3 weeks.  

Stay tuned!

Monday, November 11, 2013

Newnan, GA

Not much excitement to report today.  But that’s a good thing when you’re driving the interstate, right?  I hopped on I-85 southbound and stayed on for 202 miles.  

Spending my last night on the road in Newnan.  John and I and the fur babies lived here for 6 years in the 90’s.  It was a very small town then.  I visited our old golf course - White Oak - which is as pretty as ever.  

I intended to get some work done but, instead, I’m waiting to gain access to my December courses.  So I did the crossword instead and stared at the sunlight coming through the pines.

Before reaching Newnan, I pulled into a truck stop for a very long, very hot shower.  Whenever I get a truck-stop shower, I always feel like I’m evading the law, for some reason.  You know, on the lam.  Like Thelma or Louise.  Or Claudette Colbert in It Happened One Night.  It always makes me laugh.

But then I inevitably think: oh, my mother would just die! 

So, home tomorrow after a detour to visit with my blogger-buddy TinyCamper!

A few last photos from White Oak.

This has been a fantastic trip and I’m so sorry to see it end.  

Yet awfully glad to be going home!

Sunday, November 10, 2013

Carl Sandburg Home NHS in Greenville, SC

Carl Sandburg Home National Historic Site
Flat Rock, NC

Who knew that beloved American poet Carl Sandburg lived in a tiny village in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains?  I sure didn’t.  Not until I planned this trip.

Connemara Farm

I challenge anyone to come here and not fall in love with this antebellum home on 224 acres.  Miraculously, everything in the house is original.  Items are left throughout the simple, elegant rooms as though Carl has only gone for a walk and will return any minute.  

Our docent (2nd from the left) gave us a wonderful 45-minute tour of the home. 

So how did a life-long Mid-westerner end up here?  The Sandburgs purchased the property in 1945 as a quiet haven for Carl to write and as ample pastureland on which wife Lillian could breed her prize-winning goats. 

The grounds are quite beautiful.  It didn't hurt that it was an ideal Autumn day.

I couldn't do justice to the mountain view seen from this window. 

Here's who Carl Sandburg was in life (1878 – 1967) 

Son of poor Swedish immigrants
College basketball team captain
Rail-riding hobo
Spanish-American War vet
3-time Pulitzer Prize recipient
Goat farmer
Hollywood film consultant
Lincoln biographer
World traveler
Folk musician
Journalist and editor
Grammy winner

We remember him now as a poet.  Known as the peoples’ poet, he had a grass-roots popularity because his verse was so accessible.  No one has to explain it to you.  You know, I don’t think I’ve read his work since a junior-high lit class.  But I’m inspired to now!

You’re probably familiar with some lines of his poetry.

From Chicago: hog butcher for the world.  

And another well-known poem, Fog, that begins:

The fog comes
on little cat feet.  

Sandburg was a rock star!  Our docent opined that in our present-day of movie star and athlete-worship, a poet would never make the cover of Life as he did.  And every other magazine cover.  

When he died, his memorial service was held at the Lincoln Memorial with thousands in attendance.  

The CEO of Zenith was such a fan, he always supplied the Sandburgs with the newest appliances and gadgets.  On the arm of Carl's chair is the very first TV remote control Zenith ever made in 1957.  When there were 2 channels. 

I’m always fascinated to see an artist's work space.  

Indoor writing room
Outdoor writing room

The entire house is enchanting in its simplicity. 

When Carl died in 1967, his widow Lillian wanted The People to own the farm.  So she sold the house, the land, and everything in the house to the National Park Service.  The NPS continues to lovingly tend to it. 

The goat dairy remains a working farm.  Every goat in the herd is a direct descendant of the Sandburg stock. 

And, sadly, I got my last NP stamp of this trip.  I can’t wait to plan the next trip to get some more!