these were taken on
a drive down a winding backroad to where my husband works. I take this route often even though it's a little longer...... you can see why.
Part of this river snakes through a narrow, mountainous trough area that you can't see from the road, and is only accessible by canoe/kayak or by a local scenic excursion train.
There are many bald eagles that nest in the trough and they say you see them 90% of the time when you go through it...... hopefully a summer excursion for us in the coming
year.
11 comments:
Back roads are the best! Thanks for the trip.
I love a big sky! in all colors! I have some coming up. Sometimes it's hard to choose what to serve up for the blog day special.
I never heard Asheville called the Paris of the the South. I love that!
Looks like a PRETTY ride! ~ jb///
I would never be inside if I lived there. It is stunning.
I can't say thanks enough. It makes me miss the US!
My kind of landscape!
Tom
Wow! Your pictures are fantastic! The colores are so vivid.
Don't blame ya for taking the longer route. :)
Take care now!
salina- i have to thank photoshop for some of that vividness! :) my camera doesn't quite capture the colors on its own!
Amy,
Visiting your blog is always a treat. You do such a very nice job with it. I am happy to see so many people sharing what you have to offer, and vice versa. The "community" feel is neat. I wish I could visit more often. Ditto for your sister Mary's. The only time I have computer availability is at work and most days I just don't have the luxury. I never use Mom's laptop at home. That is where I could take time to "drop in" more often. We have plans to get a "joint" desktop for us both, but don't know when that will happen.
I haven't told you as often as I should have, but I am very proud of you and your values, your world view, your Motherhood and the beautiful young woman you have and are becoming! In talks with my friends I often refer to you and your sisters as "women of substance." I mean simply the things you care about are things that "matter."
Who would have thought my preppy and dainty little Amy, who once wanted only the newest of all things, who wouldn't walk through weeds if they were taller than her ankles, and whose acid-test for restaurants was "I want to go somewhere where 'people' go!"...........who would have thought that, as her Mom and Dad before her, she would someday fall in love with the "ancient ones," the ones who came before, the lonely ones......whose voices and memories are whispered across neglected, rock-strewn fields where they once lived and flourished, among the trees, stirred to remembrance by summer breezes and winter gales, whispers echoing across the ancient cosmos which saw it all from before time ..............who would have thought my dainty Little Amy............................! Wow! You've come a long way baby!
Love, Dad
ahhhh schucks, dad! thanks- i guess ya'll done good raising me! :)
OK, that is just so sweet that your dad wrote that!
:) Thanks for your thoughts and prayers on my blog too!
You have such a thoughtful father. That was so sweet of him to write you like that. Very special.
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