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Closing in on 50

We’re getting close.  We actually have more than 50 things on the list; however, there are a few that are not going to make the cut, so we still need a few more to complete it.

Remember the deal:

a) has to be a new thing

b) has to be between May 18, 2010, and May 18, 2011 – Nov. 18, my birthday, falls right in the middle

c) if you suggest it, you’ll be asked to do it with me

d) I’ll blog about it

Not much more to it than that, so let’s get on with the listing!  The name of the suggestor/co-participator follows the entry:

1.  Streak through Publix    –   Dora

2.  Do a Bob Ross painting   –   Glenda

3.  Drink a lime gimlet   –   Sam M

4.  Fire-hoop   –   Glenda

5.   Color my hair pink/blue/something for a race   –   Glenda/Amy

6.  Go to the Superbowl

7.  Scuba-dive Cayman or Honduras or Bahamas   –   Fran

8.  Write a song   –   Beth

9.  Hike a 14-er in Colorado   –   Ben

10.  Write a children’s book   –   Kristen

11.  Be in a live audience for a TV show   –   Kristen

12.  Eat crumb cake at Carlos’ Bakery in NYC   –   Kristen

13.  Horseback riding on the beach   –   Kristen

14.  Go parasailing   –   Kristen

15.  Go bungy-jumping

16.  Big-ass rubber band thingy   –   Mandi

17.  Run 50 miles   –   Vic

18.  Attend Loy Krathong, the sky lantern festival in Thailand   –   Vic

19.  Hike the Great Wall of China   –   Vic

20.  Swim in the largest swimming pool in the world, in Chile   –   Vic

21.  See sea turtles hatch and head for the ocean   –   Vic

22.  Go sky diving   –   Phil

23.  Learn to play pinochle, mah jongg, canasta or gin

24.  Eat gefilte fish with horseradish

25.  Dress like a man and go with a man to a straight bar and a gay bar

26.  Have a colonoscopy   –   mom

27.  Get a tattoo   –   Amy

28.  Go to South Beach, Miami

29.  Attend lighting of candles in Jerusalem

30.  Take ballroom dance lessons

31.  Meet the President

32.  Do nothing for one day – no work, no workouts, no computer, no phone, no TV

33.  Go on a photo safari

34.  Visit all the continents

35.  Panhandle on a corner

36.  Ride the TransCanadian Railway

37.  Drink Paddle of Destiny at Mellow Mushroom   –   Susan

38.  Renew marriage vows   –   Mike

39.  Finish an Ironman

40.  Climb a redwood tree   –   Amy

41.  Hike the Adirondacks   –   Becky

42.  Learn to swordfight   –   Ted

43.  Drive a race car   –   Ted

44.  Hike the AT   –   Ted

45.  Take a Brazilian Jiu Jitsu class   –   Shannon

46.  Kayak the Gauley   –   Sam

47.  Do a road trip   –   Brianna

48.  Swim with dolphins   –   Brianna

49.  Full moon party in Koh phangan, Thailand   –   Lila

50.  Visit Iguazu Falls in Argentina   –   Lila

51.  Go dog sledding in Alaska   –   Lila

52.  Become a licensed minister and marry someone   –   Lila

53.  Swim with sharks   –   Lila

54.  Jump off of a waterfall   –   Lila

55.  Watch Dr. Zhivago (how did I miss that?)

The following have been suggested but don’t fit the criteria:

-Make out with a woman

-Sing with a gospel choir

-Hike the Tetons

-Sit in a mineral hot springs

-Go on a cruise

-Hitchhike

-Jump on a moving train

-Visit Paris in the spring

-Backpack Europe

-Have sex on the 50 yard line of the University of Georgia football field (jk, nobody suggested that, I just wanted to brag that I had already done it…)

-Run a marathon

-Eat snails

-Smoke marijuana

-Visit Yellowstone Park

-Go to New York City

-Read Gone With The Wind and War and Peace

So, there you have it.  I’ve got another week or so to tweak the list, then the accomplishing begins.  Last call for suggestions – that has been my favorite part of this whole thing!  I love reading your ideas, and I especially love the thought of you doing these things with me (Dora, I am soooo not kidding)!

Training skips along – today was a triple – strength training/run/swim.  Weather in Middle Tennessee is gorgeous – perfect for running and biking, hard to go inside into the pool.  I’m hoping to get an open-water swim in at some point soon.  I have a short sprint race the first Saturday in June, and that swim is in a lake.

Puppies are adorable – three weeks old today.  I’ll try to post pictures of their fat, wobbly cuteness.

Thanks for reading…fave shuffle today was Avett Bros, Like A Kick Drum

Pre-mother’s day post

I’m in love with this girl.

Don’t get freaky or weird.  She’s my daughter.  And I’m irretrievably, hopelessly, helplessly, lost in love with her.

outside her flat in Montmartre

She’s beautiful, but everyone’s kid is beautiful.  She’s smart.  Everyone’s kid is smart.  She’s ambitious, gifted, kind, generous, loving, spontaneous, and funny.  So is everyone else’s kid.

It just so happens that I am in love with this kid.

This girl, at age 20, packed a backpack (including her French/English dictionary and her hulahoops) and took off for a year in Paris.  Art major, French minor, University of Tennessee exchange program.  Her trip over in August incidentally included a week on the Midi canal with her very continental British squeeze and fellow college student, Sam.

Then her solo venture began.  Moving into her dorm and attending her classes, via Paris Metro, working out meals, money, communication, all independently.  There were calls home, Skyping for this generation,  but she was on her own in the City of Lights.

High priority was locating museums.  The Louvre.  (Corporate, too big, touristy, and overrated).  The Musee d’Orsay (impressionist’s dream).  The Quai du Branley (oh, mommy, it’s my favorite).

Then there was the food.  This girl is a dedicated vegetarian, moral, political, and nutritional (notwithstanding her trainer mother’s high-protein, low carb dogma).  She found markets and grocery stores, online sources for protein powder (a nod to her mom), local wine caves and tasting rooms, bakeries/patisseries – all she needed for surviving and thriving the big city.

a moment's reflection

And thrive she has.  I have just spent 3 days with this precious fruit of my loins, and it is food to my soul to say that she is as happy and as healthy as I could have hoped to have found her.  I see her in her 9 square meter apartment (no author’s embellishment), I see her ascending and descending her 6 flights of stairs several times a day, I see her interacting with merchants, tourists, Metro employees, street people, and I couldn’t be prouder.

She has embraced this opportunity to grow, learn, and develop with a fierce intensity.  She has immersed herself in the culture, the language, the lifestyle, and has done so with a spirit of adventure, and humor, and open-mindedness.

This was the one we worried about.  She comes from a family of physically adventuresome people.  She has athlete siblings, physically active parents, mainstream sports-minded competitors.  She has taken that heritage and developed it with her own twist into a performance-oriented sport of hula-hoop athleticism.  She has performed at Club Queen to the tune of, well, more euros than either her mom or dad make on an hourly basis.

Her “apartment” is a mess – a delicious, art-student, charcoal-paint-sketchbook-makeup-Metro-ticket-coffeepress-euro-pounds-dollars mess.  She has organic cilantro in the fridge and toxic cleaning chemicals on the shelf.  Bustiers, bras, and boyshorts on the shelf and flipflops on the floor.  You can see the Sacre-Couer from her window, and the balcony of a high-rise, uber-expensive apartment that she admitted she was jealous of.  She has art books, philosophy books, and journals on her bookstack, and Starbucks coffee in her grinder.

I love everything about this human.  I loved sleeping in her twin bunk with her for three nights, hearing her breathe, reaching over and rubbing her back and shoulder while she slept.  I loved her sense of humor when we youtubed funny videos that we cracked up over.  I loved having a tremendously significant moment with her at the bottom of a bottle of white wine about life and love.  I loved giggling with her in the catacombs when we got the security guard to break his own rules and take a flash picture of the two of us.  I loved that she cooked me a veggie burger after we chopped and diced and sauteed together.

Oh, the love of a parent for a child.  I would, without flinching, without hesitation, without thought, die for this person.  Her happiness, while only now indirectly related to me, is one of my ultimate goals.

For now, that goal is seen.  She is balanced, content, not without trials, but able to manage and find the moment as it presents itself to her.  She’s secure in her life’s philosophy, but still open to learning, growing, evolving, changing.

I’m in love with her.  I can’t get enough of her; I count each moment with her as joy.  Observing her journey is one the privileges of my life, and there are breathtaking seconds when I can’t believe I get to be her mother.

My precious girl, I could not be prouder of you.  Stay open, keep growing, don’t stop learning, trying, reaching.  You are spectacular.

My girl

Thanks for reading.

Book review Sunday (and other things)

What a difference between two mornings!

Yesterday morning was as dark, rainy, windy, omninous, and tornado-threatening as this morning is bright, clear, sunny, and peaceful!  Woo hoo to all the runners who braved the weather to compete in the Country Music Full and Half – this one will be memorable!

Today’s post is to be a book review post, but I must first update the 50 New Things project.  I have loved hearing all of your responses, and of course, I left a couple out on the last post.

Daughter Amy in Humboldt County suggested climbing a redwood, which is an absolute.

BF Becky in Clarksville (from upstate NY) suggested hiking the Adirondacks in the fall, which I’m going to do with her, whether it’s this fall and an official part of this undertaking, or some other fall when she can make a trip home!

Buddy Ted from my Nashville Secular group had three spectacular ideas:  learn to fight with a sword (on the list), drive a race car (ON THE LIST), and hike the AT (not on the list – 6 months is too long for this project!).

Precious Shannon, the mother of my precious grandchild Aden had two suggestions:  Take a Brazilian Jiu Jitsu class with her (done).  Her other suggestion goes under the Streaking Through Publix line:  Visit a jail for a few hours.  That suggestion may accidently go under several of the other lines.

I guess I’ll begin issuing this disclaimer now:  To any of my young readers contemplating a version of this for your 18th or 21st birthdays:  DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME.  There is a difference in spending a little time in the back of a patrol car when you are 18 or 21 and when you are 50!  (Which can’t go on the list, because it has to be for the FIRST TIME…whatever, I was 20, stupid, a little drunk, and a lot over-confident.  Story for another time.)

Now on to the next topic:  Boobquake.

In my blog-reading recently, I came across Jen McCreight’s blog (www.blaghag.com).  I have never read her before; she’s a self-described feminist-atheist-activist, and this particular post has taken on the proverbial Life Of Its Own, receiving comments from Richard Dawkins AND Christopher Hitchens (supposedly), becoming a Facebook Fan Page, and being linked to Pharyngula, one of the most popular blogs of all time.  In response to a radical cleric’s declaration that provocatively-dressed women and the resultant promiscuity lead to earthquakes, Jen has offered up her ample cleavage in a mass experiment to occur Monday, April 26.  Thousand have joined in with her to harness the power of the boob, in a light-hearted effort to make the point that perhaps earthquakes are caused by more natural forces than a malevolent supernatural avenging god.  I will lend my own effort to the cause, albeit it limited in size and scope; we small-breasted women unite in saying:  “It’s not the size!! It’s not the size!!”  (And yes, we have discussed the impact of an actual earthquake occurring the day of our little experiment, and we have a response for that:  Behold the Power of the Boob – think of the implications…what ELSE could our body parts do??)

Now, finally, to the book review…

I have just simultaneously finished reading two books.  They are The Vegetarian Myth by Lierre Keith, and Godless by Dan Barker.  I was reading the first when I discovered I had the opportunity to hear Dan Barker speak and quickly had his book beamed into the Kindle to read before his lecture.

Dan Barker was an evangelical preacher in California as a young man.  He made multiple mission trips to Mexico throughout high school, college at Azusa Pacific, and his young adulthood.  He described himself as a fundamentalist, and was also a gifted musician.  He wrote several children’s holiday musicals that are still being performed today (Mary Had A Little Lamb, for Christmas, and His Fleece Was White As Snow, for Easter).  His story is of his conversion (de-conversion) from fundamentalist evangelist to atheist.  He is now co-president of the Freedom From Religion Foundation (www.FFRF.org – well worth a visit), and is an international speaker and debater.  In person he was charming, funny, and articulate (he spoke at the Belcourt in Nashville last Monday night).  Because of his personal history, he speaks and writes gently and with compassion about believers who hold the same aggressive conviction he once did.  His book and website address the impact of fundamental religion on our country, our children, and our position in the international community.  His book is a terribly interesting read, and not only does his share his journey, but he throws in the basic philosophical and theological reasons most former theists leave their faith.

I wholeheartedly recommend this book, for believers and former believers alike.  Former believers will appreciate his insight and humor in his discovery process, and believers will appreciate understanding why he and others leave the faith they once held so very dear.  This book is well-written, personal, funny, and important.  It is available in Kindle version, and I’ve seen it in B & N, Borders, Books-A-Million, and of course Amazon.

The second book is The Vegetarian Myth, by Lierre Keith.  Don’t let the title throw you.  You do not have to have any connection whatsoever to vegetarianism to read this book.  If I had the leverage, I would make everyone on the planet read this book; as it is, I’m going to bribe/threaten/cajole my family and posse to read this book.  One review I read said that everyone should read it, and everyone who eats should memorize it; I agree.  I consider it one of the most important books related to personal and planet health that has EVER been written.

My disclaimer is completely up front:  Ms. Keith is a radical, lesbian feminist.  Get over it.  If our criteria for reading any book was that we should agree with every belief the author holds, we wouldn’t have read much of anything, would we?  Read this book ESPECIALLY if you are troubled by her views!  I have joked that if I could have any superpower, it would be to force people to read books (I know, right?).

Another review of this book says this: “In any course about writing, you are instructed to figuratively cut open a vein and bleed on the paper – this book comes as close to doing that as any I have ever read.”  Ms. Keith was a vegetarian/vegan for 20 years, for moral, nutritional, and political reasons.  Her compassion for animals is palpable on every page, and her intentions were as pure and altruistic as any vegan I’ve ever known.  There is a vegetarian I love who is one of the 4 most important people in my life, and I am willing to admit that I read this book with my arms wrapped around that precious soul.

Ms. Keith addresses the science, history, intent, implications, and results of vegetarianism.  The book is brimming over with new information about our food supply and its process.  She brings to light the ugliness that is our commercial meat industry, the despicable way we are treating our food animals, and the reflection that shines on our society.  She writes a chapter on soil (soil!) that is so loving and descriptive I read it three times.  I have ordered and sent this book to my Forestry-and-Conservation-soon-to-be-graduate-of-UT son in New Zealand.  I’ve ordered and had it sent to my hippie son in Colorado, my California Redwoods daughter, and will soon send it to my precious vegetarian, free-spirit, compassionate, smart, beautiful daughter in France.

I’m so torn about wanting to tell you everything in the book, and allowing Ms. Keith to do it in her much more passionate and articulate way.  Let me just say that I dare you to read it.  I beg you to read it.  I’ll bribe you to read it.  I’d force you to read it if I had any dirt on you.  And when you do read it, I’ll be waiting for your phone call or text about meeting at Starbucks to discuss it.

The daughter I have referred to several times in this post has as one of her life mottos:

Comfort the disturbed.  Disturb the comfortable.

I love that expression, and it is never more applicable than to this book.  Read it.  Please.

One tiny reference to training – going well, going strong, feeling great, loving the running/biking, hating the swimming (wetsuit in a pool – yuk).

Thanks for reading!  (THE superpower!)

50 new things update

Delighted in the response to the 50 New Things idea, but having puppies has slowed me down!

My precious Uga gave birth to 9 precious babies on Friday!  We have sadly since lost one little baby, but the remaining 8 are thriving and healthy!  They are consuming to take care of, because they INSIST on me constantly looking at them, holding them, cuddling them – all I do is work work work!

Anyway, here is a partial list of responses, and remember, this isn’t final yet – I have til May 18 to publish the real list!

Streak through Publix

Do a Bob Ross painting

Drink a lime gimlet with a British guy

Fire-hoop

Color my hair pink or blue, maybe for a race

Go to the Superbowl

Scuba Dive Cayman or Bahamas

Write a song

Hike a 14er in Colorado

Write a children’s book

Be in a live audience for a TV show

Eat famous crumb cake at Carlos’ Bakery in NYC

Horseback riding on the beach

Go parasailing

Go bungy-jumping

Big-ass rubber band flingy thing

Run 50 miles (ummm…no)

Attend Loy Krathong, the sky lantern festival in Thailand

Hike the Great Wall of China

Swim in the largest swimming pool in the world, in Chile

Watch turtles hatch and make for the ocean

Sky Diving

Learn to play pinochle, mah jongg, canasta, gin

Eat gefilte fish with horseradish

Dress like a man and go with a man to a straight bar and a gay bar

Have a colonoscopy

Get a tattoo

Go to South Beach, Miami

Attend as many religious ceremonies as possible, including lighting candles in Jerusalem

Take ballroom dance lessons

Meet the President

Do nothing for one day – no TV, no phone, no work, no workouts

Go on a safari

Visit all the continents

Panhandle on a corner for a day

Ride the TransCanandian Railway

Drink Paddle of Destiny at Mellow Mushroom with certain girlfriend

Renew marriage vows

Finish an Ironman

That’s 39 by my count, but I can already rule out the 50 mile run, Victoria!  If I’ve missed any, comment again and I’ll add it.  You can probably mostly guess who submitted what, but I’ll add that when I have the list complete.  Haven’t heard yet from a certain British couple, a certain New Zealand son, a certain California daughter, certain Nashville cousins, among others, on their suggestions.  These were fabulous ideas, and I can’t wait to get started on them!

Training continues and the spring weather, even with its pollen, is still delightful!  Country Music Marathon and Half-Marathon is Saturday – in the expected rain.  Puppies are darling, getting fatter by the day – promise to post more pics on the next blog!

Pile o’ puppies

Thanks for reading, and thanks for suggesting!

2010.

This post will not be directly related to training.

It won’t be directly related to travelling, food, nutrition, children, work, play.

It will be indirectly related to all of those things.

I’m already behind, I know.  Sometimes great ideas occur in a timely manner, and sometimes they don’t.  This one was a little slow on the uptick, but I think I can make it work.  Ready?  Open your mind…

This year is my 50th birthday year.  The Ironman was a big part of my celebrating that milestone day; a family cruise in December is another I have planned.  Today during my 75-minute run, it occured to me that I should have been celebrating this entire year.  I am so humbly grateful to be reaching 50 years old.  I’m so grateful to be healthy and loved, and to love.  Every morning when I open my eyes, I think:  “I get to be here one more day!”  In the spirit of celebrating that joy and gratitude, I intend to do 50 new things this year as I turn 50.  One of my life mottos is “When is the last time you did something for the first time?”

Here are the parameters:

50 New Things to Do the Year I Turn 50

A.  It has to be something I haven’t done before.

B.  If you suggest it, and it goes on my list, count on me asking you to do it with me.  Count on doing it with me.

C.  Because I have gotten started late, my goal is to finish the list by Dec. 31, 2010, but I can push all the way into May 18, 2011, the beginning of the 365 days of celebration (my actual birthday is November 18, squarely in the middle of the 365 days)

D.  I will blog about each event.

E.  The events can run the spectrum; so far I’ve already got fire-hooping (guess who’s doing that with me?), eating ostrich meat, skydiving, hiking Mt. LeConte (I know, how did I miss that?), attempting an Ironman (check), completing an Ironman, watching Dr. Zhivago (missed that too).

I’ll try to post all the ideas I’ll get from friends and family, then assemble the list of 50.  May 18 is the start date, but I can count any of them that I’ve already done since Jan 1 of this year.

So, watcha got????  Remember, Dora, suggesting streaking through Publix, while a cute dare, will mean you doing it with me if it goes on the list, and lots of ruthless, relentless calling-out if you refuse, so consider your suggestion wisely.

In the spirit of gratitude to be on this big blue marble, as I reach 50 I am profoundly grateful for every one of my friends and family, more grateful than I can begin to express.  In evolutionary terms, my purpose on earth has been served, since I have reproduced myself and given my genes the opportunity to live on.  Those terms just serve to make me that much more awed at this bonus time I get.  I know how very lucky I am, and it is in that spirit that I ask for your help with my birthday celebration!

Thanks for reading, and this time, thanks too for writing!

Thank you!

Spring is here

Sunshine, warm, delicious, sunny sunshine.

redbud on the Greenway

Today’s ride (remember the wind today??) was a scoot-about on the Greenway.  With the new extended section, it takes nearly an hour to do the entire length:  the old 4.5 mile section, the 2 mile loop around the Battlefield, the new stretch at the Medical Center water feature, and the long piece out toward Barfield Park.  Fave iPod shuffle today?  Ray Charles, I Gotta Woman

Today was a beautiful day to ride, except for all the sex.  The pollen in the air was visible and tangible.  Redbuds were having sex ALL OVER THE PLACE.  I’m not kidding when I say that; I could actually feel the clouds of pollen break against my face as I was riding.

Here’s a picture of my screen porch table – I do the wiping ritual every morning.

This was a white paper towel before I used it

I was delighted to be out in the sunshine, but paid for it afterwards with the itchy eyes, runny nose, slight headache, and thin pollen film covering my face, arms, and legs.  The winds were really high today – the water feature at the new hospital was spraying sideways!

One more picture.  This sign appeared in my gym in the women’s locker room.  I’m afraid it may have something to do with me, but seriously?

It's. a. locker. room.

Okay, I’ll let you chime in.

Thanks for reading.

The delinquent poster returns

My bad.

Too much spring fever, I think.  Just not spending as much time indoors with this clamshell on my lap!  So we’ll just go with the summary of the past few weeks.

Training is ongoing, and positively delicious in this warm, spring weather.  I’ll be complaining before long about the heat, but for now, I’m loving not having to layer up and still be cold on the bike or in the sneaks!

Jesse and I have been scoping out the Natchez Trace for a potential 7-day bike tour over Fall Break.  We did a few miles this week beginning south of the Meriwether Lewis monument.

the rig
the girl

In other news, our girl Uga (my adorable bully), is in a maternal way.  Jesse found a vet who specialized in bullies, had her surgically inseminated, and in 13 days she will be a mommy.  Not to wear you out, but I’ll be posting pics and blog as the happy day arrives.

ultrasound day - Boo's the midwife
note the Georgia hoody

Thanks for being patient and thanks for reading!

What I’m reading

When Jesse bought me a Kindle for Christmas this year, I was delighted.  (Give him credit for listening – I’d been whining for it for over a year).  I had no idea, however, that in the three short months I have had it, it has become as indispensable an electronic device as my cell phone and laptop.  They’re gonna yank my hippie credentials any second now.

I’m a voracious, ferocious reader.  When I was a little girl, my family would vacation in the car, like everyone else in the 60’s, and I would position my book under my leg to sneak reads while I was supposed to be sightseeing.  When I was in high school, I had several books stashed in my locker just in case I finished one during the day and needed another one before I could get home or to the library.  As an adult, I keep books all over the place – in my car, at work, in the bathroom, in the laundry room, in the kitchen, so that I’m never without the ability to grab a quick read when I have 90 seconds or so.

When my kids were little, I made them a simple promise about books:  anything they wanted to read, I would buy for them.  (I didn’t factor in porn, and I guess they were too young to see that loophole!).  When we designed our house, in a very real sense, I structured the inside of the main living area around the bookshelves, upstairs and down.

All this to repeat:  I love reading.

Here is a non-comprehensive list of the books I’m currently reading:

On the Origin of the Species, by Charles Darwin

Walden, by Henry David Thoreau

The Problems of Philosophy, by Bertrand Russell

The Vegetarian Myth:  Food, Justice, and Sustainability, by Lierre Keith

A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, by James Joyce

Eat, Pray, Love:  One Woman’s Search for Everything Across Italy, India, and Indonesia, by Elizabeth Gilbert

Guns, Germs, and Steel, by Jared Diamond

The Greatest Show on Earth, by Richard Dawkins

The Chalice and the Blade, by Riane Eisler

Those include books on my Kindle and traditional editions, but they don’t include those books I have already read, to which I’ll occasionally go back for a chapter or two; that list is enormous.

the pile by the bed

I’ve just reread the list and I realize I don’t have any fiction in there.  I enjoy fiction – I’ve recently been devouring Nelson DeMille, especially his John Corey novels.  I’m just not reading one right this red hot second.

Share your books with me – I like nothing better than to have a book recommended to me!

Thanks for reading!

Kiwi kayaking

I’ve said it here before, but let me say it again:  Put “Visit New Zealand” on your bucket list.  Now.  Go do it.  I’ll wait.

Here are pictures that do not do justice to our rafting trip on the Rangatikei (with our handy built-in raft guides).

looking down the gorge at the river
pre-float sandwiches
lots of supervision
part of the plan is to get Jesse up to speed to raft the fam down the Grand Canyon...
counting on Sam for supper...
...and he came through!
Middle Earth Waterfall
It was really this beautiful

Then the camera battery died and the photos were over.  We camped on the riverbank and had trout for supper.  Sam and Laura had to go back to Palmy for classes, and we had to go home.  We all vowed we would go back and do this trip again, in some kind of variation.

Now we’re unpacking and enjoying a couple of days with sweet Amy as she passes through on the way to see her sissy in Paris.

Glad to have this lovey home even for a few hours.

Thanks for reading!

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