Doggin’ it again (part I)

For some reason, the following posted as a Page last week instead of a Blog. Not sure why, but anyway am posting this once again. It should be visible when you click on the link, although it will be out of sequence with a few earlier posts…

Yes, you are not quite done with my travel blog (perhaps, you never will be), but I probably have only a few more thoughts and messages left to share as I return to this somewhat sane regular life of mine. As promised, here are a few of the “other” wonderful — and furry — friends met along the way.

Doggin’ it (Part III)

Hope you have all been able to view the past two blog updates (Doggin’ it, Parts I & II). At any rate, here’s the third installment… and apologies to my canine friends met, but omitted.

Rounding third…

…and heading for home! I visited the wonderful Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown, NY, today, September 17, 2018, and then, after some self-debate, just decided to book it home to 88-87-90-290-495-2-and finally 231 Elsinore. An easy trek eastward; unlike most of my trip, these are all roads I’ve traveled before. This is my last post of new, wonderful, different places that I have had the incredible good fortune and blessing to acknowledge and bow down to since I departed on May 17 (still hard to believe). I am truly humbled to be a part of this amazing universe. Thanks to everyone who accompanied me on this journey. I have appreciated your thoughts, spirit, and comments — more than you know– along the way; when I felt alone and didn’t know where I would rest my head that night, your collective spirit and good wishes kept me going. I will be sending a few summary, fun blogs over the next week or so. After that, not so much. To all: new friends and old, please keep in touch. Look forward to seeing everyone soon. And, again, most of all, THANK YOU!! You have inspired me to keep this journey going!

Days: 124. States: 27. Miles: 23,312. ER visits: 1. Tick bites: 1 (that I know of). Flat tires: 1. Trips of 60+ miles to enjoy a piece of Juneberry pie: 1. Oil changes: 7. Rounds of golf: 3. Fish caught: 7. Hikes (1-mile plus): 26. Hikes (8-miles plus): 2. Boat rides: 4; ferries: 2. Nights camping: 46; nights camping under the stars: 1. Bugs (mosquitoes and otherwise): can’t provide an accurate number, but it was amazingly low. Favorite towns/cities (in no particular order): Dawson City, Harpers Ferry, Strasbourg, Luckenbach, Whitehorse, Fairbanks, Sequim, Santa Fe, Natchez, Oxford, Fredericksburg, Memphis, Moose Jaw, Waynesville, Ozona, Corning, Shingletown. There are many more. These are just the first few that come to mind.

National Parks visited: not sure, but definitely on the north side of 10. Favorite NP: All great, but Olympic National Park in Washington State stands out, and the person I met on the edge of the ONP, is why it gets the nod.

Cheers and warm wishes to all.


Photographs & Memories

Jim Croce, a Pennsylvania singer-songwriter and favorite of my younger sister Jeannie, penned that song back in the ’70s. He’s also a favorite of mine and when I heard that song the other day in a little shop in North Carolina, it brought a smile to my face and tear to my eye. I would have loved to have shared these photographs and memories with her. I met son Brian yesterday in Harpers Ferry. I had passed by this historic site on numerous occasions, but never stopped. Go there if you get the chance. It is known mainly as the site where John Brown lit the fuse that ignited the War Between the States. But it is also home to much more: Merriwether Lewis, Thomas Jefferson and Frederick Douglas are among the historic figures who have touched down there. And it also happens to be nestled in the beautiful confluence of the Potomac and Shenandoah Rivers. The Appalachian Trail runs straight through Harpers Ferry and crosses over the rivers and, on a hillside overlooking the town, you can attend a Sunday service at beautiful St. Peter’s Church. You can also visit a nearby cemetery where a marker and flag pay tribute to the first U.S. Marine killed in battle on U.S. soil. Washington, D.C., is only a short train ride away, but trains don’t run that frequently. Plan on staying overnight if you can and maybe visiting the welcoming Smoketown Brewery in nearby Brunswick, Maryland. If you do, please tell Lauren that Jim said hello!

Chasing you home

At times in the past few weeks, it’s felt like that. The first 90-95 days of this trip have been wonderful… hot and dry at times, but overall, wonderful. The rainy and windy last few weeks not so much, with first, Hurricane Gordon, and now, Ms. Florence nipping at my heels. But no complaints; I just haven’t been able to camp out as I had hoped to do on my return trip. As I drove north today on 81 in Virginia, I saw a convoy of electrical repair pick-up trucks, perhaps 15-20, heading south to assist their brothers and sisters in North Carolina. Good stuff. This is what we have done — and continue to do for friends in need. I’ve spent the past few days with friends in western Carolina, hiking, learning about Raphael Guastavino and his amazing architectural work, and trying to outperform the amazing feats of some amazing quadrupeds. In regards to the latter, I failed miserably! Thoughts and prayers to my friends in Lawrence, Andover and North Andover.

Goin’ to Carolina

The word the Cherokee used to describe the mountains that dominated their landscape was shaconage, meaning “blue, like smoke.” And following a rainstorm, a blue, mist-like haze envelops the mountains that we now call, appropriately enough, the Smokies. The Smokies are the dominant feature of the Great Smoky Mountains National Park, but as spectacular as the Smokies are, they are only part of a vast ecosystem that features an abundance of wildlife and an incredibly diverse hardwood forest, along with a variety of shrubs and wildflowers. You can approach and drive through the Smokies from several directions; I drove from Gatlinburg on Route 441 So., gaining an elevation of more than 5,000 feet and eventually crossing over from Tennessee into North Carolina. Later that day I pulled into Waynesville, found a great place to stay (the Oak Park Inn), had a good dinner at a local restaurant (Bogarts) and enjoyed chatting with a retired high school principal who has lived in the town for more than 40 years. The next day was about connections. Just by chance, I met a shop keeper in Waynesville who knows the parents of a friend of mine in Concord. Later on I reconnected with friends that I had met in Oregon back in July. They live in Black Mountain, just outside of Asheville, and had invited me to stop by if I happened to be passing by that way. I was…and I did. It was great to see them and share stories of the road. Black Mountain was also home to the Black Mountain School, known for its innovative approach to teaching. It was where Robert Creeley attended and later taught. He founded the Black Mountain Poetry Review and became one of this country’s leading 20th century poets. Creeley grew up in West Acton, Mass. This trip has been about people, places and connections, and I’ve enjoyed each and every one of them.

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