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Bryson City

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A quick road trip popped up on the calendar. The destination was tucked away in the mountains of North Carolina in a place called Bryson City. My first time to the area and I really had no expectations. A little fun. A little friends. Some time away.

The map took a twist and planted my RV on a narrow dirt road winding around the river. Impressive by sight of beauty, but more nerve wracking to be a passenger looking over the embankment of a narrow gravel road just after rain had hit. Oncoming trucks squeezing into the already thin road definitely made me bite my nails a few times.

My first stop was the rustic campground I booked on a whim. Not much more than a gravel pad laid by a creek with a sewer, water and power connection. The few bells and whistles consisted of three log benches by a firepit and a picnic table by each site. Simplicity. Quiet. Efficient for a short stay. Rain on the roof top by night. Coffee by the creek by morning. Topped off with a great group picnic in the afternoon after our big adventure.  With little planning the rustic camp spot ended up being the perfect destination and photo backdrop.

In between the rest and picnicking was was the adventure that brought me to Bryson City. White water rafting with 12 friends on the Nantahala River. Two boats. Two guides. Safety training. Life jackets. Paddles. Good to head to the drop point. Wait! We are one guide short. Not even sure how this happens. Somehow I was volunteered to guide a raft down a river I’ve never been on. What on Earth? I drew the short straw for this one.

I didn’t hesitate. Maybe I didn’t think about how much responsibility it came with. Maybe I didn’t trust others with my life. I don’t even know why the company allowed the customer to guide the boat. Nonetheless it happened. I had a great group of brave souls to do it with. We all paddled. We all stayed in the boat. We had an amazing time: memories to last a lifetime. Adrenaline to last for days. Pictures to prove I was a captain for a couple of hours!

Get yourself a group of adventurous pals and do things. Take risks. Be brave. Step out of your comfort zone. You will never grow or know what you are capable of if you don’t.

We conquered these rapids on July 16, 2023. We had a young one on the boat at age 17. A vintage captain at age 51. A non-swimmer. Five first-time rafters. A nurse, just in case. A smorgasbord of a crew but a damn good one at that. Living life to the fullest. One adventure at a time.

Travel buddies may change but fun is always on the menu. Hope you enjoyed a glimpse of our adventure through this post. This also makes the 8th state I’ve camped in with my RV. Slowly filling up my state map. Alabama and Arkansas are on the radar for future trips. Going for the left A states that are nearby.

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Water Play

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A random adventure in South Carolina on a sunny Sunday afternoon was set in motion. No long term planning. Just a quick 1 day getaway. The weather was perfect. The timing seemed to just fit into the schedule. The spontaneity of the day was one of the highlights of the excursion. Music cranking while having an open air concert was also so much fun both in and out of the water.

Zoom zoom. The girls took off for the day on the water. Riding topless….in a convertible for those thinking otherwise. Wind in face. Sun glistening on their skin. Sunglasses required. Hair swaying back and forth as they make the trek from one state to another. One could say the ride itself could have been the day’s climax yet it was merely a starting point.

Ultimately these Chicks had other plans. The adventure consisted of trying out hydro bikes for that day’s fitness and fun. A new-to-us thrill of sorts. Upon arrival one bike had technical issues creating the option of one kayak and one hydro bike for the afternoon. Off to the water the girls went. A day of water play with no have to’s. Just what the doctor ordered. Nothing too strenuous.

The cove was simply peaceful on this a day. A short paddle or pedal to a sandy beach area to explore or dip in the water to cool off. A band was playing at the nearby marina adding a mini concert to the water play day as an added bonus. Just some good old fun and relaxation on a Sunday. A perfect time to reset for the work week ahead.

There was plenty of time to just float. Soak up not only the sun but the cloud and sky views for miles. the gentle waves. The sun reflecting off the water. Observing the local boats trying to catch a fish or two. It brings a different kind of peace to one’s mind and soul. 

Days like these are encouraged for those who spend time in a busy fast-paced life or a life that has challenging days. A slower time of any day breeds success or productivity in other areas once a fresh outlook is achieved.

Such a simple idea. Grab a friend. Spend a day outside. Smell fresh cut lawns. Plant a garden. Take a walk. Feel the sun on your skin. Move freely. Inner peace comes from within. Sometimes you need to reset your mind, your environment, your outlook or even your surroundings to see the beauty of your life. The life you live each day to the fullest.

Pause. Reflect. Enjoy. Repeat. 

I opted outside.

I played in the water:

I’d do it again.

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Odd Experience

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Traveling in another state. Decided to visit a local mall to window shop. Not familiar with the area. Ended up buying something in a T-shirt shop. Not a fancy store, just a low end retail shop. I heard a a shriek. Some gasps. My neck whipped around to see what all the fuss was about. The picture above shows the scene.

A gentleman dropped a boat load of cash when he went to pay for an item that was less than $10. His fanny pack was jam packed with hundred dollar bills. They were on the floor.  Some might have still been spilling out as he picked up others. Time seemed to be at a standstill. Nobody helped him pick them up. Everyone just stared, myself included. Such an odd 5 minutes.

The young girls nearby were notably freaked out. One said I’d help you but I don’t want you to think I’m trying to steal any money. I, on the other hand, was curious in those moments. Was he a drug dealer? A lottery winner? A bank robber? A pimp? Was that his life savings? The list went on and on in my head. I also clearly took a picture. Not to embarrass him but to document the crazy.

In this day and age you can never be too careful. You must be aware of your surroundings. Could he have had a gun as well? I’ve seen shootings at the mall on the news before. Was he going to be upset nobody helped him? I just had many questions that would never be answered. I moved on before he finished collecting his money off the floor just to avoid any awkwardness.

Would you have lended a helping hand? If it was an old lady would your perception be different?  How would you caption the photo?

Just an odd post to pass on. A day trip to the mall. One for the memory book.

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Out and About

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I was recently out and about in a neighboring town. Wasn’t much of a planned itinerary but one that called for lunch at a local spot. Only Yelp reviews to help find the way. 

2Dog was the quaint little place my map was headed to. On a side road, not visible to those that pass the main drag daily. The outside decor had me curious and the inside didn’t disappoint either. From the cute salt and pepper shakers on each table to the decorations in every nook and cranny of the interior. Oh so many to share.

The cork wall. A creative flair I liked. Of course it also accented one of many cute salt and pepper shakers that I did photograph. Not sure what the other patrons thought of my actions but it was worth sharing thus I documented the experience with photos.

The bottle cap trim work in the background of some odd looking shakers. Another creative wall theme. As cute as the decor was, it was nestled in and old house thus requiring one to squeeze a lot into a small footprint while keeping the original charm.

Fireplace were repurposed. Old charm remained with accent pieces and some stone or pebble creation added for flair.

Food was good too. I mean that is why I went in the first place. This was a classic dish I often order for brunch. Shrimp and grits. In this case I opted for the sauce on the side as it had barbecue flavor whereas I would normally get a Cajun spin on the dish. Nonetheless I was unsure of the taste. A bit sweet for my liking but a good quality meal and the price was decent. 8.5 out of 10 on the food score.

A quick visit to the restroom and boom! This crazy naked lady is watching you. Talk about up front and personal. She might have been a bit odd and creepy for my liking but she was definitely going into the documenting pile. Of course the signage on the restroom doors were even cute: Dick and Jane. 

Another giggle as I passed the men’s room on the way out. Many more photos were taken but I will leave you with this. If you are ever in Gainesville, GA give this place a try. It’s only open for short times daily but it’s worth a try. If not in this area of the country, check out a small town restaurant you have never been to. I’m sure the experience will be worth it and it’s always great to support a small locally-owned business.

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Community

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Every once in a while, a word starts to stick in my mind. I go from just hearing it in regular conversation to actually noticing it, thinking about it, and reconsidering it. Lately, that word has been community.

The first time I noticed noticing it was at a recent drum corps competition. I was a band geek in high school. Band is its own kind of thing. I haven’t been in band in decades, none of my own kids went that route, so just walking up to the parking lot where the competition was taking place was an immediate immersion in a long ago land of shlepping equipment, warm up scales, and oddball friendships. I saw the families wearing their corps fan gear like they were repping a major league baseball team. Probably 5% of the general population (at most) has a connection to this activity. But once you are in, you are really in. And it is a community.

I think about other communities I belong to. CrossFit. Street Parking. My school. And those I don’t…things like hunting. Swifties. RV travel / ownership. Most other sports. Online gaming communities. The list goes on.

What makes a community? Communities have their own rituals. For band, there is the preshow warm up, chants and cheers. Communities have ways to connect. For some it might be a facebook group, or extend to meetups, events like an RV or boat show, or coming to games / events and tailgating. Communities have a lingo….for band it might be drill, front / pit, drum major, section, and so on. They have official or unofficial uniforms. You have swag or hats or things to wear (real or virtual). Communities have boundaries. For band, that might start with auditions. If you’re in you’re in, but if you’re not you know that too. Communities have calendars, or, more specifically, seasons. In-season, off-season, certain challenges happening, etc. Communities have times of activity and times of rest. Times of preparation and times of activation / celebration.

In many, maybe even most, cases, community is a “feel good” word. We often feel positively about identifying with a community`. We choose to be a part of it and buy in to what a community is about. At times, a community can even go so far as to be part of our identity. I’m not a band geek actively anymore, but when I go back to those events, I look around and can feel the community vibe. It takes me back to a time when that was such a big part of who I was and how I acted in the world.

Why all this talk about community? Seeing the word pop up over and over again made me think about the communities I belong to, and which I don’t. Going on an RV trip with a friend caused me to consider how that activity is its own type of community with people who enjoy it all over the world. There are seasons, rituals, gear, lingo, and events. But perhaps the real impetus for this was when the word community was used as a bludgeon in a dispute.

For all of the virtues and benefits of community membership, there are those who will weaponize community in order to exclude, to diminish, to demonize. Community becomes a way to make people feel less than, left out, pariahs. The borders become more about “who isn’t” than “who is.” This reminds me of cults, when people blindly follow leaders of “communities.” The spokespeople who deliver messages from the community as a way of pressuring conformity. I’m always wary when someone speaks on behalf of a community. While communities share a lot, they are never homogenous. They are full of individuals who (hopefully) still think for themselves.

For every community we are willingly a part of, there are also those we avoid. We may even live inside the physical (or mental) boundaries of a community, but resist being a member of something with values, attitudes, and practices we reject. I was raised Catholic, but can’t support many of the exclusionary principles at its core.

What communities do you belong to? Which are by choice? Which are by happenstance? How do communities enrich your life? And which have you / should you resist?