Hello Everyone, these photos were taken in Harpers Ferry, WV. I love that little town steeped in Civil War history. It was a town pulled apart during that war, housing stockpiles of ammunition. It changed hands several times during the war and is also famous for the John Brown stand. I love the beauty of the town surrounded by mountains full of color in fall, draped in green in summer, and stark white contrasts of black rock and white snow in winter. The cemetery is a climb but worth it. I love hiking on the trails in this area. The first picture is what Thomas Jefferson saw and described when he came here. The second picture is where the Potomac meets the Shenandoah.
Potomac River in front/Shenandoah River to back right
Hi, wow another amazing day in my beautiful country, America! Kato and I went hiking, and I took some great pictures. I am going to post two here and then one on Facebook. See if you can tell me where we were. I love sharing my blessed days with anyone who takes the time to read my blog.
I am now waiting for the final text proof and cover proof of my book. So exciting!! What did I ever do to deserve this life? I guess I just never gave up and didn't die. And now, here I am, alive, well, and rearing to fly down the bee-lined steps. Okay, look at the two pictures. Where in amazing America are we?
When I was
fifteen, a man named Tom Rotollo opened a new place for kids on the Tupper Lake
road across from the Lake
Eaton entrance. He
installed a jukebox, kitchen, and small dance floor, and made pizzas and
sandwiches. Night after night, we danced the Mashed Potato, the Monkey, and the
Twist across that old wood floor, then piled into the booths,flirting with
I rode in a hot air balloon in California. In college, my running coach had one, and at the end of the semester, he took those of us who wanted to go, up in the balloon. Of couse, living on the edge me jumped at the chance! So, up I went high above everyone loving every minute of it, until I saw some birds. They made me think of sharp beaks. Sharp beaks made me think of holes in a balloon. Holes in a balloon made me think of life. Living on the edge was not all it seemed cracked up to be. Ground was good.
loved the smell of our dairy farm, the sound of the crowing rooster, mooing cows,
and the feel of the soft grass beneath my bare feet as I ran though the
yard. I loved the wind in the winter and spring. I embraced it with my pudgy
arms outstretched as it whipped me across the front lawn from the elm tree to
the big blue barn. I yelled into the wind, “I am never going to leave this
place!” “No one can make me.” Two months later, my Dad pulled me kicking and
screaming off my beloved farm straight into a place called the Adirondack Mountains.
So sad that Whitney Houston is no longer with us. So sad that she struggled with a disease that many of us fight, surviving daily, resulting in absolutely fantastic lives. But for the grace of God, there go I. She has created a movement in the universe, and the silence of her magnificent voice will be heard by all.
fast down the smooth trail, I began looking up at the trees and the sky feeling
the wind blow through my hair. I loved the smells of the rotting wood of the
Adirondack forest ravaged by the “Big Blowdown of 1950”; and on this day, at
this time, I was flying, I was happy, I was a gale blowing through my beloved Adirondacks.
My oldest grandson (10) and I went sliding down our hills out here in the country this morning. I am blessed to be in such good health that I can still enjoy a great slide down a hill.
Still communicating with publisher, persevering and following numerous instructions. Writing the book is the easy part. Publishing is tedious, time consuming, and stressful; however, I am determined and that is a formidable force I was blessed (and cursed) to be born with.
All and all what an awesome weather day and grandma day!
I heard the front
tire on the snow and suddenly saw a hand reach over and grab my steering wheel
yanking it hard to the left. I was stunned. I looked over at Robin who was
screaming, “We’re going to crash! We’re going to crash!” Her fist was still
wrapped around my steering wheel.
I yelled, “We are now! Get your
hands off the wheel!” I pulled her hand off the wheel, but now we were spinning
like top down the middle of this mountain road picking up speed as the car
circled faster and faster on the ice. We spun 25 feet down the road and landed on the opposite side
with the front end of the car over the guardrails. I sat in stunned silence, and
then looked over to my right…
Hi, wow, did anyone see the moon last night? It was so orange. It was hanging low and looked like an orange apple hanging from my tree. Now, today, we have snow. For a "love the weather kind of girl", I am basking in all this beauty around me.
Still haven't received my electronic copy of Blunt Force Winds book from the publisher, and
don't know how long it will take for me to do the final edit, so, right
now, I am enjoying putting together the research for my 2nd book, and
hiking the dirt roads of this Virginia valley in the snow.