Last night I made Chicken Mole. It is a Mexican dish with a chocolate, spicy sauce. Very good. Today we started at the cemetery at Tuggle Gap. This epithet puzzled me. A sinner saved by grace only. ?
There was a large Moran population. These two stones were interesting. . .
Rakes Mill pond. built in the early 1800’s. Jarmon Rakes is remembered for his unique arrangement of allowing only customers to fish for brook trout in his pond. Blue butterflies flying around my feet.
HUGE poison ivy. John coming down the stairs in the trail. It was supposed to be a level smooth trail.
BIG TALL trees. John cooling off in the creek. I got him this shirt in Mayberry (Mount Airy)
Chaco shot. Sue with the Smart View loop trail. My pack is buckled around my waist under the shirt, I am not pregnant. Seemed the smart way to go. Stupid loop trail, lots of signs where it crossed others, all said 2.6 miles. John said we never got anywhere, the more we walked, it was still 2.6 miles.
in a pine grove. John with a big old oak.
the Trail Cabin. The Trail family lived in this cabin in the 1890’s. Sometime after 1925 the door and floor were removed and it was used as a barn. At the time the Trails built their hand hewn cabin American chestnut trees towered over the area. Providing wood for buildings and fences, dye for clothes and food for people and hogs. Farmers also sold nuts for up to 28 cents a pound. the blight of the 20th century decimated the great trees. A CCC built picnic table. Looks remodeled with cement benches.
John took me to the Friday night live at the Chateau Morrisette Winery for my birthday season. 4th of July celebration with the band Southern Remedy with wine and food. He got a bottle of their Blue Dog wine (pictured with me in my blue dress in my blue chair). I have not been drinking since the diet, many months. We split it, it was delicious, but I was sicker than a blue dog all night.
The wine bar, and flannel man we called him. BIG man. I wonder if in the evening he sits on his porch wearing overalls and plays the banjo waiting for unwary tourists to go by . . . The hit of the night was when this young man sang Johnny be Good. His father is the guitarist behind him. It was so cute, his little brother stood to the right and watched.
a hornets nest, a queen anne lace bud, an anemone, shagbark hickory tree, black swallowtail tasting a milk weed, poison ivy the size of my hand, a crooked oak tree, white flowers
a vine with thorn, grass seed head and yellow flowers
The sun came out from under the cloud like a red Cheshire cat smile and then round again.
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