The gods converged today upon Boone, North Carolina and perhaps in a fit of Bacchus induced laughter announced a brief winter reprieve from frigid temps. And just like every single human being in the area, I headed outdoors to witness the event--and we were all looking over shoulders wondering and waiting for a Snap n Pop effect of meteors to screw with us. Thankfully the gods still like us, but
Note to college co-eds: Time to get pedicures. Even I noticed the sock lint wedged underneath toenails...
Then, my Nikon was hinting at some bonding time, so just the two of us headed up to Strawberry Hill--a relatively unknown historic spot overlooking the Horn in the West parking lot and Daniel Boone Native Gardens..
Not sure why it is historic, but there is a pleasant stone veranda shaded by an oak tree (in summer, obviously) from which to watch the world below. There is also a monolith fountain dedicated with a brass plate to T.K Pease in 1978. The fountain does not work. It is obvious that folks smoke pot and drink a beer up on Strawberry Hill as evidenced by the litter scattered on the ground.
But on a day like today, who needs mind altering drugs when the sun and the breeze and the gods are benevolent?
