We’re still not on the boat, which is still in New Bern, NC. Much of this is due to the two hurricanes that tore through the east coast this fall. The first, Florence, came slightly south of the boat, causing significant flooding. Geoff and I went up the week before to secure the boat and helped a variety of other local boaters secure their boats as well. Then we sat back to wait. Sitting in the mountains under a gorgeous fall sun does not make one feel like a hurricane is hitting your home. Myself and two other boat ladies sat on the porch and obsessively watched both spaghetti models…
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Leaving a Legacy
Last week, I took Skye and a friend over to the Carl Sanburg House National Park, a random slice of 1960s privilege and Americana. He was apparently quite the man about the nation, collecting songs, writing thick literature, writing poems. I’ve read some, I know who he is, but even after leaving his house, I’m still unsure why this author, of all the excellent ones we surely have, has his house made into a national park. The house is certainly nice, but not fancy. The land is as beautiful as any other tract of land in the area. He might have been America’s poet, but the legacy left by his…
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Exploring Locally
Thanks to google maps, Atlas Obscura, and local guidebooks, we’ve discovered many different things to do in Western North Carolina. The #828isgreat hashtag is another great resource for fun ideas. From cool local restaurants to unexpected views to great music, we’re enjoying exploring the mountains. Last week, Geoff went to the Nantahala Outdoor Center for some serious whitewater kayaking while I took the girls around the mountains to find petroglyphs and mummified cats. Geoff was jealous of the petroglyphs and the signs translated into Cherokee, but Skye was most impacted by the mummy cat. She’s talked to me about how the cat was a mom and when it died, the…
