Sunday, February 10, 2013 by
Day 11 of the WWFC blog writing challenge brings us the subject, “Road Trip.”
Road Trip. My two favorite weekend words. Because Road Trip means Beach House. And if it doesn’t, it means “Outdoor Adventure.”
I cannot sit in my house for two days. By 1:00 on Saturday, I am wandering the rooms of my house like a caged animal.
And so begins… a road trip.
My poor car. It is slowly dying, yet it carries us every weekend to all kinds of far off places. This weekend’s adventure brought us the following fun:
We always take the Redneck Entrance. Enterance. Yea, that.
We came across a young dead buck early on. There was no obvious sign of death. Very, very sad.
A freshly fallen beaver tree. Last week it was still up.
Beauty every where you turn.
Beauty every where you turn?
An old preacher’s house, sadly filled with anti-religious graffiti.
The Preacher’s Shoe
The door is always open…
I don’t think this means, “The Black Kitties.”
Take a seat.
… of course!
Gingers exploring. Thank heavens for our road trips!