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Travel Blogs from Cullman
Today is two kinds of rides, This morning we leathered up and Jo got on the back of a Harley Davison bike and I hopped into the side car and off we went for an hour of motorbike experience. Our rider, Brian gaveus the choice of heading to the high country or staying low in the hope of spotting brown or black bears and elk. We choice the wild life the ride was terrific but the animal spotting was zero. We got some good photo shots of us and thesurrounding scenery. Back ...
... rates about a 5 out of 10 score. After here all rest of the places we will stay at are 5 star not that we are snobs but we have forked out decent cash for the experience. Tomorro we will go on a Harley bike ride in the morning followed by rafting in the arvo ( look out for photos showing pure horror on our faces).
The phots attached are from the train trip today.
... to college. You all may have known that but for me it just began to sink in. I thought I was doing great. I said bye to everyone without crying and now as I am texting the friends that I don't know when I will see next, I am reminded once again that I am going to college in Alabama. I almost started crying, but I made it this far and I am determined to add another day. I can’t tell you the amount of texts I received from various friends asking ...
... br> BEAUTIFUL DAY; PLANTS AND
TREES WERE BLOOMING WITH
THEIR COLORS OF PINK,
PURPLE, WHITE AND SOME
YELLOW. SO, BOTH OF US
REALLY DID NOT MIND BEING
LOST. ALABAMA REALLY IS...
ALABAMA THE BEAUTIFUL!
GUESS WHO GO BEAT AT
RUMMY... OF COURSE, ME
BY 5 HANDS. OH WELL.
LORD WILLLING THERE WILL
BE A NEXT TIME. I 'M GOING
TO BEAT THE SOCKS OFF OF
... my way, leans on the bench, bracelets rattle as she flings her arms around. Your Daddy told me you might come! she pushes back to look at me. Oh, those picnics with Aunt Maude, remember how she'd bring a lunch and take us to the creek? On Sundays after Sunday School, we were in her class. (I don't remember that at all, maybe I was only four? I nod my head.) I turn around, to speak to people back behind (polite to shake the hand of everyone in reach). A woman asks me ...