More camping?

Last night I asked Bill if we could set up the tent and camp in the backyard.
He didn’t respond!

“We live in a wonderful world that is full of beauty, charm and adventure. There is no end to the adventures that we can have if only we seek them with our eyes open.
Jawaharlal Nehru”
— …or if our husband/dad/parents push us!!!

Back at Home

They tell me the temperature has dropped dramatically, and it is beautiful, breezy, clear, dry, Colorado weather.  My bed is mushy, and I’m not motivated by the household chores I have to do.

The nights are very quiet….if you listen closely you can hear the breeze through the leaves…or a fire truck, or a yappy dog…. time to get on my bike so I can be ready for the Tour (riding for (or against) diabetes).

I am glad to be home with my family in tact, my dog still alive, and the cats still leaving fur everywhere…I really am!! 

And this is it….last stop on an AMAZING adventure!  Amarillo, Texas.  The smell of horses is overwhelming and the mass of humanity that dwell along the panhandle doesn’t begin to compare to the beauty of Cadillac Ranch.  Okay, I may be joking here.  Honestly, the renewed energy and jubilation we all feel comes from the fact that we are ALMOST home!!! 
I had to take the picture of the kids all sharing that pull-out bed, because it is a real testament to how close the three have become on this trip.  I had my doubts, and it wasn’t peace, love, and harmony the whole time….but compared to how they interact at home, I felt hopeful that these three may be friends in their adult life!
Bill and I the same.  I had my doubts about surviving this roadtrip unscathed, but we only had one small disagreement and that is amazing!  I told him I now felt good about facing our empty nest some day….we really have fun together!  I have to praise Bill for never losing his inner child and his sense of adventure…if it weren’t for him, I would just be doing the day-to-day things we grow accustomed to and I would never realize the adventures that abound outside of our sweet little neighborhood! 
He would NEVER EVER want to be compared to my father…those are HUGE shoes to fill—but what Bill did for this trip is similar to trips I took with my family (all 9 of us!!) as a child.  Some of the best memories I have, we have just given to our children!  I hope they look back with fondness like I do!!  Love you Bill Gilmore!! And this is it….last stop on an AMAZING adventure!  Amarillo, Texas.  The smell of horses is overwhelming and the mass of humanity that dwell along the panhandle doesn’t begin to compare to the beauty of Cadillac Ranch.  Okay, I may be joking here.  Honestly, the renewed energy and jubilation we all feel comes from the fact that we are ALMOST home!!! 
I had to take the picture of the kids all sharing that pull-out bed, because it is a real testament to how close the three have become on this trip.  I had my doubts, and it wasn’t peace, love, and harmony the whole time….but compared to how they interact at home, I felt hopeful that these three may be friends in their adult life!
Bill and I the same.  I had my doubts about surviving this roadtrip unscathed, but we only had one small disagreement and that is amazing!  I told him I now felt good about facing our empty nest some day….we really have fun together!  I have to praise Bill for never losing his inner child and his sense of adventure…if it weren’t for him, I would just be doing the day-to-day things we grow accustomed to and I would never realize the adventures that abound outside of our sweet little neighborhood! 
He would NEVER EVER want to be compared to my father…those are HUGE shoes to fill—but what Bill did for this trip is similar to trips I took with my family (all 9 of us!!) as a child.  Some of the best memories I have, we have just given to our children!  I hope they look back with fondness like I do!!  Love you Bill Gilmore!! And this is it….last stop on an AMAZING adventure!  Amarillo, Texas.  The smell of horses is overwhelming and the mass of humanity that dwell along the panhandle doesn’t begin to compare to the beauty of Cadillac Ranch.  Okay, I may be joking here.  Honestly, the renewed energy and jubilation we all feel comes from the fact that we are ALMOST home!!! 
I had to take the picture of the kids all sharing that pull-out bed, because it is a real testament to how close the three have become on this trip.  I had my doubts, and it wasn’t peace, love, and harmony the whole time….but compared to how they interact at home, I felt hopeful that these three may be friends in their adult life!
Bill and I the same.  I had my doubts about surviving this roadtrip unscathed, but we only had one small disagreement and that is amazing!  I told him I now felt good about facing our empty nest some day….we really have fun together!  I have to praise Bill for never losing his inner child and his sense of adventure…if it weren’t for him, I would just be doing the day-to-day things we grow accustomed to and I would never realize the adventures that abound outside of our sweet little neighborhood! 
He would NEVER EVER want to be compared to my father…those are HUGE shoes to fill—but what Bill did for this trip is similar to trips I took with my family (all 9 of us!!) as a child.  Some of the best memories I have, we have just given to our children!  I hope they look back with fondness like I do!!  Love you Bill Gilmore!! And this is it….last stop on an AMAZING adventure!  Amarillo, Texas.  The smell of horses is overwhelming and the mass of humanity that dwell along the panhandle doesn’t begin to compare to the beauty of Cadillac Ranch.  Okay, I may be joking here.  Honestly, the renewed energy and jubilation we all feel comes from the fact that we are ALMOST home!!! 
I had to take the picture of the kids all sharing that pull-out bed, because it is a real testament to how close the three have become on this trip.  I had my doubts, and it wasn’t peace, love, and harmony the whole time….but compared to how they interact at home, I felt hopeful that these three may be friends in their adult life!
Bill and I the same.  I had my doubts about surviving this roadtrip unscathed, but we only had one small disagreement and that is amazing!  I told him I now felt good about facing our empty nest some day….we really have fun together!  I have to praise Bill for never losing his inner child and his sense of adventure…if it weren’t for him, I would just be doing the day-to-day things we grow accustomed to and I would never realize the adventures that abound outside of our sweet little neighborhood! 
He would NEVER EVER want to be compared to my father…those are HUGE shoes to fill—but what Bill did for this trip is similar to trips I took with my family (all 9 of us!!) as a child.  Some of the best memories I have, we have just given to our children!  I hope they look back with fondness like I do!!  Love you Bill Gilmore!! And this is it….last stop on an AMAZING adventure!  Amarillo, Texas.  The smell of horses is overwhelming and the mass of humanity that dwell along the panhandle doesn’t begin to compare to the beauty of Cadillac Ranch.  Okay, I may be joking here.  Honestly, the renewed energy and jubilation we all feel comes from the fact that we are ALMOST home!!! 
I had to take the picture of the kids all sharing that pull-out bed, because it is a real testament to how close the three have become on this trip.  I had my doubts, and it wasn’t peace, love, and harmony the whole time….but compared to how they interact at home, I felt hopeful that these three may be friends in their adult life!
Bill and I the same.  I had my doubts about surviving this roadtrip unscathed, but we only had one small disagreement and that is amazing!  I told him I now felt good about facing our empty nest some day….we really have fun together!  I have to praise Bill for never losing his inner child and his sense of adventure…if it weren’t for him, I would just be doing the day-to-day things we grow accustomed to and I would never realize the adventures that abound outside of our sweet little neighborhood! 
He would NEVER EVER want to be compared to my father…those are HUGE shoes to fill—but what Bill did for this trip is similar to trips I took with my family (all 9 of us!!) as a child.  Some of the best memories I have, we have just given to our children!  I hope they look back with fondness like I do!!  Love you Bill Gilmore!! And this is it….last stop on an AMAZING adventure!  Amarillo, Texas.  The smell of horses is overwhelming and the mass of humanity that dwell along the panhandle doesn’t begin to compare to the beauty of Cadillac Ranch.  Okay, I may be joking here.  Honestly, the renewed energy and jubilation we all feel comes from the fact that we are ALMOST home!!! 
I had to take the picture of the kids all sharing that pull-out bed, because it is a real testament to how close the three have become on this trip.  I had my doubts, and it wasn’t peace, love, and harmony the whole time….but compared to how they interact at home, I felt hopeful that these three may be friends in their adult life!
Bill and I the same.  I had my doubts about surviving this roadtrip unscathed, but we only had one small disagreement and that is amazing!  I told him I now felt good about facing our empty nest some day….we really have fun together!  I have to praise Bill for never losing his inner child and his sense of adventure…if it weren’t for him, I would just be doing the day-to-day things we grow accustomed to and I would never realize the adventures that abound outside of our sweet little neighborhood! 
He would NEVER EVER want to be compared to my father…those are HUGE shoes to fill—but what Bill did for this trip is similar to trips I took with my family (all 9 of us!!) as a child.  Some of the best memories I have, we have just given to our children!  I hope they look back with fondness like I do!!  Love you Bill Gilmore!! And this is it….last stop on an AMAZING adventure!  Amarillo, Texas.  The smell of horses is overwhelming and the mass of humanity that dwell along the panhandle doesn’t begin to compare to the beauty of Cadillac Ranch.  Okay, I may be joking here.  Honestly, the renewed energy and jubilation we all feel comes from the fact that we are ALMOST home!!! 
I had to take the picture of the kids all sharing that pull-out bed, because it is a real testament to how close the three have become on this trip.  I had my doubts, and it wasn’t peace, love, and harmony the whole time….but compared to how they interact at home, I felt hopeful that these three may be friends in their adult life!
Bill and I the same.  I had my doubts about surviving this roadtrip unscathed, but we only had one small disagreement and that is amazing!  I told him I now felt good about facing our empty nest some day….we really have fun together!  I have to praise Bill for never losing his inner child and his sense of adventure…if it weren’t for him, I would just be doing the day-to-day things we grow accustomed to and I would never realize the adventures that abound outside of our sweet little neighborhood! 
He would NEVER EVER want to be compared to my father…those are HUGE shoes to fill—but what Bill did for this trip is similar to trips I took with my family (all 9 of us!!) as a child.  Some of the best memories I have, we have just given to our children!  I hope they look back with fondness like I do!!  Love you Bill Gilmore!!

And this is it….last stop on an AMAZING adventure!  Amarillo, Texas.  The smell of horses is overwhelming and the mass of humanity that dwell along the panhandle doesn’t begin to compare to the beauty of Cadillac Ranch.  Okay, I may be joking here.  Honestly, the renewed energy and jubilation we all feel comes from the fact that we are ALMOST home!!!

I had to take the picture of the kids all sharing that pull-out bed, because it is a real testament to how close the three have become on this trip.  I had my doubts, and it wasn’t peace, love, and harmony the whole time….but compared to how they interact at home, I felt hopeful that these three may be friends in their adult life!

Bill and I the same.  I had my doubts about surviving this roadtrip unscathed, but we only had one small disagreement and that is amazing!  I told him I now felt good about facing our empty nest some day….we really have fun together!  I have to praise Bill for never losing his inner child and his sense of adventure…if it weren’t for him, I would just be doing the day-to-day things we grow accustomed to and I would never realize the adventures that abound outside of our sweet little neighborhood!

He would NEVER EVER want to be compared to my father…those are HUGE shoes to fill—but what Bill did for this trip is similar to trips I took with my family (all 9 of us!!) as a child.  Some of the best memories I have, we have just given to our children!  I hope they look back with fondness like I do!!  Love you Bill Gilmore!!

After leaving the McMillans in Alabama, we headed toward Memphis and then over to Arkansas.  In true Clark Griswold fashion, Bill allowed me a “drive by” of Graceland, and so these are pictures taken from the car.  I bet it’s really fun to tour the grounds, but something I would need to take on with friends/family that don’t mind tourist attractions and lots of interesting folks!!  By the time we arrived at Crater of Diamonds State Park, we were all feeling road weary..well, except Bill.  This is a place that Bill has wanted to visit since childhood.  Bill spent probably 8 hours digging in the dirt (I’ve always said that is his favorite thing to do….play in the dirt, that’s why he’s a geologist).  The rest of us logged maybe 4 hours, most of that time spent whining, or listening to the whining.  We also spent a lot of time at the pool there.  Thank goodness for the pool!  It was clean, refreshing, and there were few bugs.  Well, there were the flying ants that made the pool their grave.  It is very hot, wet, and green in Arkansas.  They grow the bugs big there!  The crickets, cicadas, frogs, owls, grasshoppers, lightening bugs, and brave racoons really know how to liven up late nights here! After leaving the McMillans in Alabama, we headed toward Memphis and then over to Arkansas.  In true Clark Griswold fashion, Bill allowed me a “drive by” of Graceland, and so these are pictures taken from the car.  I bet it’s really fun to tour the grounds, but something I would need to take on with friends/family that don’t mind tourist attractions and lots of interesting folks!!  By the time we arrived at Crater of Diamonds State Park, we were all feeling road weary..well, except Bill.  This is a place that Bill has wanted to visit since childhood.  Bill spent probably 8 hours digging in the dirt (I’ve always said that is his favorite thing to do….play in the dirt, that’s why he’s a geologist).  The rest of us logged maybe 4 hours, most of that time spent whining, or listening to the whining.  We also spent a lot of time at the pool there.  Thank goodness for the pool!  It was clean, refreshing, and there were few bugs.  Well, there were the flying ants that made the pool their grave.  It is very hot, wet, and green in Arkansas.  They grow the bugs big there!  The crickets, cicadas, frogs, owls, grasshoppers, lightening bugs, and brave racoons really know how to liven up late nights here! After leaving the McMillans in Alabama, we headed toward Memphis and then over to Arkansas.  In true Clark Griswold fashion, Bill allowed me a “drive by” of Graceland, and so these are pictures taken from the car.  I bet it’s really fun to tour the grounds, but something I would need to take on with friends/family that don’t mind tourist attractions and lots of interesting folks!!  By the time we arrived at Crater of Diamonds State Park, we were all feeling road weary..well, except Bill.  This is a place that Bill has wanted to visit since childhood.  Bill spent probably 8 hours digging in the dirt (I’ve always said that is his favorite thing to do….play in the dirt, that’s why he’s a geologist).  The rest of us logged maybe 4 hours, most of that time spent whining, or listening to the whining.  We also spent a lot of time at the pool there.  Thank goodness for the pool!  It was clean, refreshing, and there were few bugs.  Well, there were the flying ants that made the pool their grave.  It is very hot, wet, and green in Arkansas.  They grow the bugs big there!  The crickets, cicadas, frogs, owls, grasshoppers, lightening bugs, and brave racoons really know how to liven up late nights here! After leaving the McMillans in Alabama, we headed toward Memphis and then over to Arkansas.  In true Clark Griswold fashion, Bill allowed me a “drive by” of Graceland, and so these are pictures taken from the car.  I bet it’s really fun to tour the grounds, but something I would need to take on with friends/family that don’t mind tourist attractions and lots of interesting folks!!  By the time we arrived at Crater of Diamonds State Park, we were all feeling road weary..well, except Bill.  This is a place that Bill has wanted to visit since childhood.  Bill spent probably 8 hours digging in the dirt (I’ve always said that is his favorite thing to do….play in the dirt, that’s why he’s a geologist).  The rest of us logged maybe 4 hours, most of that time spent whining, or listening to the whining.  We also spent a lot of time at the pool there.  Thank goodness for the pool!  It was clean, refreshing, and there were few bugs.  Well, there were the flying ants that made the pool their grave.  It is very hot, wet, and green in Arkansas.  They grow the bugs big there!  The crickets, cicadas, frogs, owls, grasshoppers, lightening bugs, and brave racoons really know how to liven up late nights here! After leaving the McMillans in Alabama, we headed toward Memphis and then over to Arkansas.  In true Clark Griswold fashion, Bill allowed me a “drive by” of Graceland, and so these are pictures taken from the car.  I bet it’s really fun to tour the grounds, but something I would need to take on with friends/family that don’t mind tourist attractions and lots of interesting folks!!  By the time we arrived at Crater of Diamonds State Park, we were all feeling road weary..well, except Bill.  This is a place that Bill has wanted to visit since childhood.  Bill spent probably 8 hours digging in the dirt (I’ve always said that is his favorite thing to do….play in the dirt, that’s why he’s a geologist).  The rest of us logged maybe 4 hours, most of that time spent whining, or listening to the whining.  We also spent a lot of time at the pool there.  Thank goodness for the pool!  It was clean, refreshing, and there were few bugs.  Well, there were the flying ants that made the pool their grave.  It is very hot, wet, and green in Arkansas.  They grow the bugs big there!  The crickets, cicadas, frogs, owls, grasshoppers, lightening bugs, and brave racoons really know how to liven up late nights here! After leaving the McMillans in Alabama, we headed toward Memphis and then over to Arkansas.  In true Clark Griswold fashion, Bill allowed me a “drive by” of Graceland, and so these are pictures taken from the car.  I bet it’s really fun to tour the grounds, but something I would need to take on with friends/family that don’t mind tourist attractions and lots of interesting folks!!  By the time we arrived at Crater of Diamonds State Park, we were all feeling road weary..well, except Bill.  This is a place that Bill has wanted to visit since childhood.  Bill spent probably 8 hours digging in the dirt (I’ve always said that is his favorite thing to do….play in the dirt, that’s why he’s a geologist).  The rest of us logged maybe 4 hours, most of that time spent whining, or listening to the whining.  We also spent a lot of time at the pool there.  Thank goodness for the pool!  It was clean, refreshing, and there were few bugs.  Well, there were the flying ants that made the pool their grave.  It is very hot, wet, and green in Arkansas.  They grow the bugs big there!  The crickets, cicadas, frogs, owls, grasshoppers, lightening bugs, and brave racoons really know how to liven up late nights here! After leaving the McMillans in Alabama, we headed toward Memphis and then over to Arkansas.  In true Clark Griswold fashion, Bill allowed me a “drive by” of Graceland, and so these are pictures taken from the car.  I bet it’s really fun to tour the grounds, but something I would need to take on with friends/family that don’t mind tourist attractions and lots of interesting folks!!  By the time we arrived at Crater of Diamonds State Park, we were all feeling road weary..well, except Bill.  This is a place that Bill has wanted to visit since childhood.  Bill spent probably 8 hours digging in the dirt (I’ve always said that is his favorite thing to do….play in the dirt, that’s why he’s a geologist).  The rest of us logged maybe 4 hours, most of that time spent whining, or listening to the whining.  We also spent a lot of time at the pool there.  Thank goodness for the pool!  It was clean, refreshing, and there were few bugs.  Well, there were the flying ants that made the pool their grave.  It is very hot, wet, and green in Arkansas.  They grow the bugs big there!  The crickets, cicadas, frogs, owls, grasshoppers, lightening bugs, and brave racoons really know how to liven up late nights here! After leaving the McMillans in Alabama, we headed toward Memphis and then over to Arkansas.  In true Clark Griswold fashion, Bill allowed me a “drive by” of Graceland, and so these are pictures taken from the car.  I bet it’s really fun to tour the grounds, but something I would need to take on with friends/family that don’t mind tourist attractions and lots of interesting folks!!  By the time we arrived at Crater of Diamonds State Park, we were all feeling road weary..well, except Bill.  This is a place that Bill has wanted to visit since childhood.  Bill spent probably 8 hours digging in the dirt (I’ve always said that is his favorite thing to do….play in the dirt, that’s why he’s a geologist).  The rest of us logged maybe 4 hours, most of that time spent whining, or listening to the whining.  We also spent a lot of time at the pool there.  Thank goodness for the pool!  It was clean, refreshing, and there were few bugs.  Well, there were the flying ants that made the pool their grave.  It is very hot, wet, and green in Arkansas.  They grow the bugs big there!  The crickets, cicadas, frogs, owls, grasshoppers, lightening bugs, and brave racoons really know how to liven up late nights here!

After leaving the McMillans in Alabama, we headed toward Memphis and then over to Arkansas.  In true Clark Griswold fashion, Bill allowed me a “drive by” of Graceland, and so these are pictures taken from the car.  I bet it’s really fun to tour the grounds, but something I would need to take on with friends/family that don’t mind tourist attractions and lots of interesting folks!!  By the time we arrived at Crater of Diamonds State Park, we were all feeling road weary..well, except Bill.  This is a place that Bill has wanted to visit since childhood.  Bill spent probably 8 hours digging in the dirt (I’ve always said that is his favorite thing to do….play in the dirt, that’s why he’s a geologist).  The rest of us logged maybe 4 hours, most of that time spent whining, or listening to the whining.  We also spent a lot of time at the pool there.  Thank goodness for the pool!  It was clean, refreshing, and there were few bugs.  Well, there were the flying ants that made the pool their grave.  It is very hot, wet, and green in Arkansas.  They grow the bugs big there!  The crickets, cicadas, frogs, owls, grasshoppers, lightening bugs, and brave racoons really know how to liven up late nights here!

All good road trips must come to an end. 28 days. 6094 miles. 499 gallons of gas. 12.2 mpg avg. 47 mph avg. Whew!

I did not harass bill one bit for losing my “fob” in fact, when I went on my own diamond search, I checked lost and found and someone had turned it in. I pride myself on NOT freaking out when things are lost… I know of I keep calm it will return!

What you see in this pic is the “crater of diamonds”. Its actually really cool if you are into geology. If not, well then its just a big muddy dirty field that works your ass til you drop or quit. I spent about 6 hours digging, carrying, wet sifting, and searching the sifted tiny pebbles for diamonds. All I found was quartz and calcite. Now its 5:30pm and its got to be 100*… time for a cold adult beverage. oh, and I lost Sharyns key fob for the Suburban and I am bracing myself for all the shit she is gonna give me (deservedly) as I have been on her about not losing her keys all trip :-)

Crying in the 103 degrees in the shade!

I miss OBX. Here at Crater of Diamonds there are huge bugs, millions of crickets, grasshoppers, secadas, and owls to deafen yourself with, and a big area of dirt that promises treasures if you are patient and persistent….
The sun is hot; the wind, if it blows, is hot, it’s hot under the shade….
I miss OBX!

I have always loved the company of Paul and Amanda McMillan and feel incredibly lucky to have the opportunity to spend time with them in Anniston, Alabama. What a depressed, yet, beautiful little corner of the US. They live close to McClellan Air Force Base which is no longer operating. The surroundings are beautiful, even in their 10 year decay. The stone river walls and bridges were built by Italian and German WWII POW’s. The Officer’s quarters are beautiful homes built in the 20’s with Spanish tile roofs and large parcels of land. It’s peaceful here and you almost sense the presence of people who spent time here years ago. I would invest in such beauty that sits on the edge of the Great Smoky Mts and in the Talladega National Forest because of the serenity and the feeling of a time gone by… But its’ depressed economy, plethora of Mosquitos, ticks, and ugly ducks, as well as oppressive heat and humidity- I will take a pass. I like the South (to visit)- it makes me want to pay attention to the history classes I sat through with glazed eyes. Truth is I’ve had a few excellent history lessons on this trip which reinforces my stance that hands- on, experiential learning is the best way to teach! I’ll get to Paul in Amanda on another post! I have always loved the company of Paul and Amanda McMillan and feel incredibly lucky to have the opportunity to spend time with them in Anniston, Alabama. What a depressed, yet, beautiful little corner of the US. They live close to McClellan Air Force Base which is no longer operating. The surroundings are beautiful, even in their 10 year decay. The stone river walls and bridges were built by Italian and German WWII POW’s. The Officer’s quarters are beautiful homes built in the 20’s with Spanish tile roofs and large parcels of land. It’s peaceful here and you almost sense the presence of people who spent time here years ago. I would invest in such beauty that sits on the edge of the Great Smoky Mts and in the Talladega National Forest because of the serenity and the feeling of a time gone by… But its’ depressed economy, plethora of Mosquitos, ticks, and ugly ducks, as well as oppressive heat and humidity- I will take a pass. I like the South (to visit)- it makes me want to pay attention to the history classes I sat through with glazed eyes. Truth is I’ve had a few excellent history lessons on this trip which reinforces my stance that hands- on, experiential learning is the best way to teach! I’ll get to Paul in Amanda on another post! I have always loved the company of Paul and Amanda McMillan and feel incredibly lucky to have the opportunity to spend time with them in Anniston, Alabama. What a depressed, yet, beautiful little corner of the US. They live close to McClellan Air Force Base which is no longer operating. The surroundings are beautiful, even in their 10 year decay. The stone river walls and bridges were built by Italian and German WWII POW’s. The Officer’s quarters are beautiful homes built in the 20’s with Spanish tile roofs and large parcels of land. It’s peaceful here and you almost sense the presence of people who spent time here years ago. I would invest in such beauty that sits on the edge of the Great Smoky Mts and in the Talladega National Forest because of the serenity and the feeling of a time gone by… But its’ depressed economy, plethora of Mosquitos, ticks, and ugly ducks, as well as oppressive heat and humidity- I will take a pass. I like the South (to visit)- it makes me want to pay attention to the history classes I sat through with glazed eyes. Truth is I’ve had a few excellent history lessons on this trip which reinforces my stance that hands- on, experiential learning is the best way to teach! I’ll get to Paul in Amanda on another post! I have always loved the company of Paul and Amanda McMillan and feel incredibly lucky to have the opportunity to spend time with them in Anniston, Alabama. What a depressed, yet, beautiful little corner of the US. They live close to McClellan Air Force Base which is no longer operating. The surroundings are beautiful, even in their 10 year decay. The stone river walls and bridges were built by Italian and German WWII POW’s. The Officer’s quarters are beautiful homes built in the 20’s with Spanish tile roofs and large parcels of land. It’s peaceful here and you almost sense the presence of people who spent time here years ago. I would invest in such beauty that sits on the edge of the Great Smoky Mts and in the Talladega National Forest because of the serenity and the feeling of a time gone by… But its’ depressed economy, plethora of Mosquitos, ticks, and ugly ducks, as well as oppressive heat and humidity- I will take a pass. I like the South (to visit)- it makes me want to pay attention to the history classes I sat through with glazed eyes. Truth is I’ve had a few excellent history lessons on this trip which reinforces my stance that hands- on, experiential learning is the best way to teach! I’ll get to Paul in Amanda on another post! I have always loved the company of Paul and Amanda McMillan and feel incredibly lucky to have the opportunity to spend time with them in Anniston, Alabama. What a depressed, yet, beautiful little corner of the US. They live close to McClellan Air Force Base which is no longer operating. The surroundings are beautiful, even in their 10 year decay. The stone river walls and bridges were built by Italian and German WWII POW’s. The Officer’s quarters are beautiful homes built in the 20’s with Spanish tile roofs and large parcels of land. It’s peaceful here and you almost sense the presence of people who spent time here years ago. I would invest in such beauty that sits on the edge of the Great Smoky Mts and in the Talladega National Forest because of the serenity and the feeling of a time gone by… But its’ depressed economy, plethora of Mosquitos, ticks, and ugly ducks, as well as oppressive heat and humidity- I will take a pass. I like the South (to visit)- it makes me want to pay attention to the history classes I sat through with glazed eyes. Truth is I’ve had a few excellent history lessons on this trip which reinforces my stance that hands- on, experiential learning is the best way to teach! I’ll get to Paul in Amanda on another post! I have always loved the company of Paul and Amanda McMillan and feel incredibly lucky to have the opportunity to spend time with them in Anniston, Alabama. What a depressed, yet, beautiful little corner of the US. They live close to McClellan Air Force Base which is no longer operating. The surroundings are beautiful, even in their 10 year decay. The stone river walls and bridges were built by Italian and German WWII POW’s. The Officer’s quarters are beautiful homes built in the 20’s with Spanish tile roofs and large parcels of land. It’s peaceful here and you almost sense the presence of people who spent time here years ago. I would invest in such beauty that sits on the edge of the Great Smoky Mts and in the Talladega National Forest because of the serenity and the feeling of a time gone by… But its’ depressed economy, plethora of Mosquitos, ticks, and ugly ducks, as well as oppressive heat and humidity- I will take a pass. I like the South (to visit)- it makes me want to pay attention to the history classes I sat through with glazed eyes. Truth is I’ve had a few excellent history lessons on this trip which reinforces my stance that hands- on, experiential learning is the best way to teach! I’ll get to Paul in Amanda on another post! I have always loved the company of Paul and Amanda McMillan and feel incredibly lucky to have the opportunity to spend time with them in Anniston, Alabama. What a depressed, yet, beautiful little corner of the US. They live close to McClellan Air Force Base which is no longer operating. The surroundings are beautiful, even in their 10 year decay. The stone river walls and bridges were built by Italian and German WWII POW’s. The Officer’s quarters are beautiful homes built in the 20’s with Spanish tile roofs and large parcels of land. It’s peaceful here and you almost sense the presence of people who spent time here years ago. I would invest in such beauty that sits on the edge of the Great Smoky Mts and in the Talladega National Forest because of the serenity and the feeling of a time gone by… But its’ depressed economy, plethora of Mosquitos, ticks, and ugly ducks, as well as oppressive heat and humidity- I will take a pass. I like the South (to visit)- it makes me want to pay attention to the history classes I sat through with glazed eyes. Truth is I’ve had a few excellent history lessons on this trip which reinforces my stance that hands- on, experiential learning is the best way to teach! I’ll get to Paul in Amanda on another post! I have always loved the company of Paul and Amanda McMillan and feel incredibly lucky to have the opportunity to spend time with them in Anniston, Alabama. What a depressed, yet, beautiful little corner of the US. They live close to McClellan Air Force Base which is no longer operating. The surroundings are beautiful, even in their 10 year decay. The stone river walls and bridges were built by Italian and German WWII POW’s. The Officer’s quarters are beautiful homes built in the 20’s with Spanish tile roofs and large parcels of land. It’s peaceful here and you almost sense the presence of people who spent time here years ago. I would invest in such beauty that sits on the edge of the Great Smoky Mts and in the Talladega National Forest because of the serenity and the feeling of a time gone by… But its’ depressed economy, plethora of Mosquitos, ticks, and ugly ducks, as well as oppressive heat and humidity- I will take a pass. I like the South (to visit)- it makes me want to pay attention to the history classes I sat through with glazed eyes. Truth is I’ve had a few excellent history lessons on this trip which reinforces my stance that hands- on, experiential learning is the best way to teach! I’ll get to Paul in Amanda on another post! I have always loved the company of Paul and Amanda McMillan and feel incredibly lucky to have the opportunity to spend time with them in Anniston, Alabama. What a depressed, yet, beautiful little corner of the US. They live close to McClellan Air Force Base which is no longer operating. The surroundings are beautiful, even in their 10 year decay. The stone river walls and bridges were built by Italian and German WWII POW’s. The Officer’s quarters are beautiful homes built in the 20’s with Spanish tile roofs and large parcels of land. It’s peaceful here and you almost sense the presence of people who spent time here years ago. I would invest in such beauty that sits on the edge of the Great Smoky Mts and in the Talladega National Forest because of the serenity and the feeling of a time gone by… But its’ depressed economy, plethora of Mosquitos, ticks, and ugly ducks, as well as oppressive heat and humidity- I will take a pass. I like the South (to visit)- it makes me want to pay attention to the history classes I sat through with glazed eyes. Truth is I’ve had a few excellent history lessons on this trip which reinforces my stance that hands- on, experiential learning is the best way to teach! I’ll get to Paul in Amanda on another post! I have always loved the company of Paul and Amanda McMillan and feel incredibly lucky to have the opportunity to spend time with them in Anniston, Alabama. What a depressed, yet, beautiful little corner of the US. They live close to McClellan Air Force Base which is no longer operating. The surroundings are beautiful, even in their 10 year decay. The stone river walls and bridges were built by Italian and German WWII POW’s. The Officer’s quarters are beautiful homes built in the 20’s with Spanish tile roofs and large parcels of land. It’s peaceful here and you almost sense the presence of people who spent time here years ago. I would invest in such beauty that sits on the edge of the Great Smoky Mts and in the Talladega National Forest because of the serenity and the feeling of a time gone by… But its’ depressed economy, plethora of Mosquitos, ticks, and ugly ducks, as well as oppressive heat and humidity- I will take a pass. I like the South (to visit)- it makes me want to pay attention to the history classes I sat through with glazed eyes. Truth is I’ve had a few excellent history lessons on this trip which reinforces my stance that hands- on, experiential learning is the best way to teach! I’ll get to Paul in Amanda on another post!

I have always loved the company of Paul and Amanda McMillan and feel incredibly lucky to have the opportunity to spend time with them in Anniston, Alabama. What a depressed, yet, beautiful little corner of the US. They live close to McClellan Air Force Base which is no longer operating. The surroundings are beautiful, even in their 10 year decay. The stone river walls and bridges were built by Italian and German WWII POW’s. The Officer’s quarters are beautiful homes built in the 20’s with Spanish tile roofs and large parcels of land. It’s peaceful here and you almost sense the presence of people who spent time here years ago. I would invest in such beauty that sits on the edge of the Great Smoky Mts and in the Talladega National Forest because of the serenity and the feeling of a time gone by… But its’ depressed economy, plethora of Mosquitos, ticks, and ugly ducks, as well as oppressive heat and humidity- I will take a pass. I like the South (to visit)- it makes me want to pay attention to the history classes I sat through with glazed eyes. Truth is I’ve had a few excellent history lessons on this trip which reinforces my stance that hands- on, experiential learning is the best way to teach! I’ll get to Paul in Amanda on another post!