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Travel Blogs from Clemmons
Ann is doing all the researching, emailing and reservations and I am letting her. I am mapping all the locations of sites and restaurants on Google maps. It's clear I have the more important job.
We go shopping on Wednesday to Nordstrom, since I have ordered ...
... her a while about life, medicine, how much fun understaffed nursing is and what I'm doing out here writing at a Sheetz.
To Marion for the evening in my hammock on the east ridge of Mt. Mitchell. I will be working at mountain gardens with Joe Hollis for the next few days (until Friday) and will scribble later.
I am on part 7 of Gray's Anatomy (Anatomy of the Human Body, Henry Gray, 1918). Knowledgificating myself while dodging the rumble-strips.
... all the rain they have had here recently. I am going to blame the golf game on the high humidity and not on my inability to hit the ball as far as I used to. Tonight I am playing Bunco with Yvonne at a neighbor's house. Jeff is on his own tonight as Sandy is out of town working until tomorrow. Wish me luck at Bunco. Until ...
"I thought today we would see what you are made off and do some serious off roading and motocross" says Keith.
"What on our fully laden dual sport bikes?"
"No, I will put some race bikes in the trailer and we'll head on over to Chuck's"
Here we go again.
Back to the mad sculptors land and off we go.
It was 95degrees today and massive humidity.
... fuzz (that's another English word for the Americans reading this)
Good fun until tonight.
Keith drove us to town to look for some socks and on the way he said "Damn, I meant to tell you guys I have a loaded handgun in here. I meant to take it out. If the Police had stopped you, you would have been in a bit of trouble" that might have been a bit of an understatement.
Still it could have been worse but at the moment I can't think how.