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Monday, February fifth

Early Birthday Road Trip

No pictures yet, I’ll work on adding some in the morning.

It was overcast all day. A long gray road trip… The Wildlife Refuge was almost empty of birds. The most common birds  were ibis, I also saw a couple Mississippi KItes and a Crested Caracara. All day all I really saw in the sky were the Black Vultures.

I drove down to Surfside. The beach was treacherous with soft sand. I didn’t see and shorebirds on the beach. I saw one Brown Pelican land in the waves…

Next stop the Nash for lunch. I sat and watched a bunch of Sand Hill Cranes out in the Prairie, the first I saw. It was strange, I spent almost an hour on the prairie and didn’t hear a sound other than the few cars that passed by. No birds, not even the dozens of Sand Hills. Never in my life have I been around Sand Hill Cranes and they haven’t made any sounds.

From the Nash I headed north, thinking about Brazos Bend… Passing the turnoff only to see miles of construction on the road with flagmen… Home it was…

I’ll add pictures to this after I upload some…

Monday, July 3

Motel Room  Morning Coffee Muses

Trussville, Alabama. It’s just a Quality Inn back off the interstate. Old style motel, well maintained rooms, restaurants within walking distance… even for me. We’ve stayed here before. It’s only a place to lay your head between two long days on the road.

If I’ve learned anything over the years it’s that traffic on the east-west and the north-south interstates are terrible. But I 59 traveling on a bias is not so bad… unless it’s pouring rain…

I guess I’ll go check out what’s on the free breakfast menu.

Later…

Sunday, July 2

The last mountain morning coffee muses…

The feel on the mountain changed last night. There were people here. The houses up and down the road filled up with people. You could hear talking and laughter well into the night. House lights were on across the road where we didn’t even know there were houses.

Driving down off the mountain yesterday, there was traffic without a construction project. Parking lots were full. People had come back to their mountains for the Fourth… we were the visitors.

After dark the sounds of fireworks reverberated through the ridges. The loudest coming over the ridge across the road. Beech Mountain celebrating their Fourth of July weekend. Looking down off the mountain, you could see the colorful flowers blooming all over the place.

Even the birdsong I had come to expect was subdued. It still is this morning…

Well, we have about an hour and a half to finish packing, load up, and head down the mountain one last time this trip to turn in the keys to Mountain Masterpeace.

Catch y’all down the road…

Saturday, July 1

 

Just Another Rainy Mountaintop Morning Coffee Muses

Woke to another wet morning of birdsong. At least none of the rain has been heavy. By the time we left yesterday the rain had died down to an occasional sprinkling. It didn’t start raining again till we were back home on the mountain.

Last evening I was watching clouds pass by down in the valley below. There’s something meditative about watching clouds drift by… from above. Might that have something to do with all of the eastern monasteries perched high on a mountainside? This morning’s clouds are blowing over our ridge and swirling around in front of us. About all we can see today are the ridges and knobs on our side of Laurel Creek. Everything further out is hidden in clouds.

Well, it’s our last day in the High Country so I better get moving…