jan 21,2012

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Drizzle, drizzle, fires will fizzle…I don’t think Shakespeare has anything to worry about from this corner of the globe.  The drizzly, misty, foggy day found us moving up on US 221 and then US 64 to I-40 in western NC.  As we passed Rutherfordton, I yelled hello to the Best family there.  Please tell Mary Lou and Merle we couldn’t pass that way without sending greetings to their son and his family.  I doubt they heard me, though.  Try saying Rutherfordton quickly three times.

What a beautiful drive through the woods on those windy country roads.  Oaks and dogwood trees are covered in leaves which leaves me very confused.  That old wife’s (or is it wives)tale of leaves left on trees means a cold winter, is either wrong this time, or there’s going to be one “mell of a hess” before March 21!  Views of the tree covered mountains would come and go as the clouds thinned and the mists lessened and then crowded back in to protect the privacy of the landscape.  Pasture lands sported sheep, cattle, and horses.  Smoke curled lazily from stone chimneys providing peaceful pastoral places.  Junnie wanted to stop and relax a bit in the trailer so we pulled into a church parking lot and shared a tangerine.  We are so kitty-cat trained!

The rains really descended as we drove up the ramp to I-40 and headed to Winston-Salem.  My sister is at Bermuda Commons Convalescent and Rehabilitation Center.  We found a campground at Tanglewood about two miles east from where she is, so we called her husband and told him we’d be camping there and going to see Neva.  It was good to see her.  She still has a long way to go, but she is doing so much better than she was.  She has no recollection of having been in the hospital.  We stayed and visited with her for a couple of hours.  When the rain slacked, we decided to take advantage and set up camp.  We didn’t want to tire her too much.

We arrived at Tanglewood campground about 5 minutes after leaving Neva and were told they’d be glad to have us return around March 1.  Until then, they are closed.  Mocksville is only about twenty-five miles west of W-S, so off we went heading west.  We are definitely here and set up for the night.  Four geese do not make a gaggle, I don’t think, but they came to watch Dan set up while I kept Junnie sane inside the truck.  The ground is not level and we’re doing a great job of listing to starboard.  I hope Dan doesn’t roll out of bed during the night.  I’ll never be able to pull him back in and as narrow as the aisle is, he would probably get stuck.  Horrors!

Tomorrow’s church service will be spending time visiting my sister.  Thank you for your prayers.  Please continue to pray.  Later in the day we will head closer home.  Nancy and Charles in Goldsboro have a perfect place for us to camp for the evening tomorrow night.  No matter how hard we tried, we just couldn’t work it out to go to St. Paul tomorrow.  One day soon, perhaps, we’ll be able to visit with other friends in Goldsboro.  We loved living there and miss our wonderful friends there and at home.

Blessings,

Three Tranquil Travelers