A long weekend
Today is my last blog of the week, because Derek & I are going to the mountains for a much needed long weekend -- and to get away from all this heat! 98 degrees and jungle-level humidity ain't my idea of comfy. We're also celebrating our 16th wedding anniversary tomorrow (July 20). : ) Yea, us!
Our family is fortunate enough to have a cabin in the mountains. It's about as close to writer heaven as it gets: No Internet access, no TV, we only get three radio stations, and the phone is a rotary dial. For those of you under the age of 25, ask someone over the age of 25 what one of those looks like. ; )
And it's quiet up there. Really quiet. If you think you hear something outside the cabin at night, that means there is something outside the cabin at night. We've seen a bobcat, heard there were deer and black bears -- and we know there are black snakes. We were coming back up the mountain from dinner one night and there was a pickup truck pulled over to the side of the already narrow road. The driver claimed he'd just seen a bear, but he also had an awful lot of empty beer cans in the bed of his truck, so we took that sighting with a grain of salt. However, his hunting dog (also in the back of the truck) was real intent on something down the side of the mountain. Unless a couple of those empty beer cans belonged to the dog, we took the dog's testimony more seriously.
So this weekend will be full of relaxing and writing and shopping and eating out. I'll be back here on Monday with another outtake from the Magic Lost, Trouble Found cutting room floor.
And tales of any bear sightings.
Our family is fortunate enough to have a cabin in the mountains. It's about as close to writer heaven as it gets: No Internet access, no TV, we only get three radio stations, and the phone is a rotary dial. For those of you under the age of 25, ask someone over the age of 25 what one of those looks like. ; )
And it's quiet up there. Really quiet. If you think you hear something outside the cabin at night, that means there is something outside the cabin at night. We've seen a bobcat, heard there were deer and black bears -- and we know there are black snakes. We were coming back up the mountain from dinner one night and there was a pickup truck pulled over to the side of the already narrow road. The driver claimed he'd just seen a bear, but he also had an awful lot of empty beer cans in the bed of his truck, so we took that sighting with a grain of salt. However, his hunting dog (also in the back of the truck) was real intent on something down the side of the mountain. Unless a couple of those empty beer cans belonged to the dog, we took the dog's testimony more seriously.
So this weekend will be full of relaxing and writing and shopping and eating out. I'll be back here on Monday with another outtake from the Magic Lost, Trouble Found cutting room floor.
And tales of any bear sightings.
posted by Lisa Shearin at
9:15 AM
4 Comments:
Have a wonderful time! We're planning to move back to the boonies this Autumn and I cannot wait. I love the quiet beauty.
Thank you! We always have a wonderful time. And the temperatures are going to be spectacular this weekend.
Have a great mountain holiday, Lisa. I'll look forward to those new outtakes. :)
Sounds like a great place. I feel the same about my dad's farm. It's so quiet there. I love just to sit on the porch and read.
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