After a visit that was supposed to last a few days but turned into four weeks, it was time to move on.
I met Heather shortly before leaving the Rose Marie.
I’m now back up in DC on yet another unscheduled side quest, but I’ll be heading south again to pick up my travels where I left off.
I’m a little behind, but catching up. Part Two, Big Bend and Mount Lemmon, still to come.
I had a dream early this morning. It’s a recurring dream, sort of, but more like a TV series. Each time I have this dream, it’s like the next chapter in a book. The main body of the dream is always different, but the framework is the same, and each dream builds on the last.
From the Carolinas, through Georgia, Florida, Alabama, Mississippi, and Louisiana.
I’ve been circling back and forth between North and South Carolina. I’m about to head west.
My favorite from the car show.
Renée joins The Book Club.
We came across this cutie quite by surprise.
I’ve snapped a few shots off here and there.
One of those little gifts of the universe.
Turns out I was as wrong as I could be on that first part.
I will not do nothing anymore.
I was on my way to the National Wildlife Preserve near here this morning when I got rear-ended.
I knew what it was, I knew what it meant.
There’s no rushing her, so just enjoy her as she is. Forgive the rant at the end there. Now, I know my friends love me and you mean well, but…