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Monday, May 1, 2017

Driving 8 to 1



This is a bucket list weekend. We are on I81 south heading to Savannah. Did I ever mention how much I dislike I81?  I do. Immensely.  Especially in blinding rain like now.  We will drive out of it or it will end on its own.  Either way, blogging seems like a good way to bring down the stress level.  For me. Not so much for my companion, MG. But Dylan LeBlanc’s Paupers Field seems to be doing it…for both of us. We recently discovered this CD and it instantly became one of our must haves in the car.  Which reminds me, I should tell you about the road trip we took last weekend.  It is an hour’s drive between my front door and MG’s. Good Friday gave us a day off which allowed us to take our time driving from Staunton to Covington. I call the route we took our "8 to 1 drive".


MG and I left Staunton via  Rt 250 which is a beautiful drive through the mountains to Monterey.  We had just started out when we saw a “Honey turn the car around so I can get a picture of that” in Churchville.



I did know about Mapleton & Clearview Farms where you can purchase plants they grow, fresh eggs from the chickens they raise, jams they make from fruits and berries they grow, and honey from their bee hives.    Grandma Barbara told us they serve up sandwiches on Saturdays. We are definitely coming back.



Back on the road I realize I cannot get enough of where I live.  I may not like I81, but I sure love these country roads.








On toward Monterey.  Apologies to my Monterey friends…no time to stop. From 220 we turned right onto Rt. 84 then 92.  Green Bank Observatory was our first stop.


This is the world's largest steerable radio telescope from which astronomers learn about the universe.


Next we step back in time in Cass, WV. 


There isn’t much in Cass, but you can take a scenic train ride through some beautiful areas on an old steam driven locomotive train, just like the ones used here since 1901. Train rides begin again in May. For now, Cass is a bit like a ghost town.



The old depot and restored company houses, now used for vacation rentals, are waiting for the season to open. We walked around some of the old train cars that have been sitting there long enough to show great signs of age. 







We needed something to eat so we asked the lady behind the counter at the Rt. 66 Restaurant if they were serving. She answered “You can take a look at the menu and if you see something you want you can tell me and I will tell you if we can fix it.” MG asked if they could make a hamburger with lettuce, tomato, and mayonnaise. Yes, they could. Fries? Yes. I swear that might be the best hamburger I ever ate and the fries were definitely the best…ev-ver!


I love the things you find in bathrooms....


We noticed a young man sitting on the walkway outside eating something that looked like onions with large leaves and very long roots. I learned from the lady behind the counter that the leafy food is ramps. A local had just come in at that time and told me all the ways his wife fixes ramps. Ya gotcha fried ramps, ya gotcha pickled ramps…


Snow Shoe has closed for the season. Talk about a ghost town. MG spotted a lady sweeping the sidewalk who was considerate enough to let me enter one of the buildings to empty my 6 quart bladder, which was full of ice tea from lunch at the Rt. 66 Restaurant.

Rt 66 ends here and 55 begins. We drove through Greenbrier Valley for a while and finally turned onto 39 where we enjoyed a drive through Bath County.






Look closely at this one...notice the VW







We took a slight detour to Hidden Valley Bed & Breakfast. Beautiful. This is where the movie Sommersby was filmed. The house is an 1840’s antebellum plantation home known as Warwickton.
(As I write this, we are again driving through a blinding rain storm. Poor MG. He confirms the music is still calming. Not for me. The only thing that calms me in this kind of weather is for it to stop.)



Nearing home, we turned onto Douthat Road.  How many of you know Douthat State Park? My family spent many weekends on the beach there in the summer.  MG tells me it was the last time he saw me right after we graduated in 1969 from Alleghany County High School.  He stopped me as I walked by to introduce me to his beautiful girlfriend visiting from Florida. He soon moved to Florida and later married that lovely girl. No one could have convinced us that nearly 50 years later we would meet again and stand on this beach together talking about a moment he so clearly remembers and of which I have no memory.  MG says he met me again after nearly 50 years but I met him recently for the first time.   (The battery died in my camera at this point.)

We are getting close to our destination for the night...somewhere just after crossing into South Carolina.  So, I will finish by telling you what MG and I did Easter weekend, which is where this 8 to 1 blog diversion from the road started...on Good Friday. MG's father turned 89 on Monday following Easter Sunday. We drove to their house in Alleghany County to join them for lunch in the house where MG grew up.  What a beautiful drive.  The Redbuds were in full bloom and lined the road along the way.



Saturday evening we all had dinner at the Cat and the Owl in Low Moor. We attended Easter Sunday church service with his family followed by lunch at the restaurant "up on the hill".  Covington locals know that means Mountain View Restaurant Magnusson Hotel, which used to be The Best Western. 


Back to reality now, it is 7:53 PM Thursday evening, April 27. Another 26 miles gets us closer to a hotel for the night.  I wonder how Donna is...she is also checking off a bucket list item as she enjoys a long birthday weekend in New Orleans.  Wonder how Ellen is enjoying the Tom Petty concert.  I wonder how my sweet Dolly is doing.

























Thursday, March 2, 2017

A JUMP START

I am trying to make the jump into March even though March has made its own jump. I need some motivation. It is not that I dread the days, I just can't get real excited about them.  On the whole, I have great days most days.  But February gets to me. The current storm that started moving in yesterday has brought the temperature back to normal.  It is chilly.  And don't get me started about the wind.  Blah, blah, blah. This morning I decided to make and effort to get myself back on track. I have thrown away so much food lately because I just did not feel like cooking. I roasted some kale and fried an egg for a tasty breakfast.  I have oatmeal most mornings so the change was good in more ways than just on my taste buds.  After cleaning up the dishes, I steamed some asparagus, saving it from spoliation in a few days. 



I cleaned and filled bottles with olive oil and balsamic vinegar. I go through a lot of both when I cook. 
 Italian dressing for years could be found in my kitchen. I have not made it for a long time.  Today I remedied that.


I looked over the stash of stuff I keep out on the counter because I use them all the time. I need some honey. I should contact Kimberlie at Qty:3 about getting some from her as her father makes it at his farm in Highland County.

 I only have 3 eggs left so I hard boiled them for a quick lunch over the next couple of days.


I washed the jar I store walnuts in and filled that up with fresh nuts. Yum.  That small glass has been sitting on the counter for weeks waiting for me to remove the wax so a new candle could fill it.  Not sure why I procrastinated...it only took a couple of minutes.

Before I knew it, 11:00 o'clock had rolled around and it was time to go to work.  I love my mornings.

THIS IS FEBRUARY?


This is February, the most dreaded month of the year for me.  I am tired of the cold. Tired of brown. And grey. Tired of not feeling like going out and doing anything. If I can get through February, I can get through anything. A trip to some place warm is about the only thing that can save me.  I mean, look at this. Brown. Everything is brown.




Trees in February look dark and stark. Foreboding.

The only sign of life are the holes bored into trees by woodpeckers and things that grow on wood.








So while I walk on this day, I am not cold. In fact, it is unseasonably warm. All time record highs lately. Things seem to have come alive overnight.












There is something different today.  Something not quite February-like. Even the horses seem to notice things are different.





Daffodils in full bloom?....hmmm.
 
But this is February.  This is not supposed to happen in February. Really?  OMG blooms are on the trees.






This is February???  I'm lovin' it.