The Thunder Beings Visited

As I was sitting to write the notes for this entry, the clouds were gathering and the thunder rolling.  Suddenly the flash and boom were simultaneous and I thought lightning had hit next to the trailer.  I said a little prayer of thanks that I was still present!  Later as I went to the office, I saw a small crowd gathered, looking at the tree the lightning had hit.  As you can see, it created a spiral from top to bottom. 

Earlier in the day I took a long scooter ride toward Sparta where Hugh had a place for many years.  It was where I experienced more sweat lodges than I can recall and had many wonderful times.  Zoe and I even lived there for a month before moving into the house on Briarpatch.  I couldn't get too close to the old place because of "Posted" signs, but I could see an addition had been built over the place where the lodges were done.  No telling how many gallons of sweat poor into mother earth over the years. 

Then I rode over to Laurel Springs, home of Lind Lee Woody's general store and trailer park.  What a place!  Here are a couple of photos to give you a flavor of the place, but you gotta see it to believe it.  She is still quite a character and wanted to sell me something-anything! 

Next I went to the Northwest Trading Post on the Blue Ridge Parkway near the campground.  There I was greeted by a very nice display of friend Raney Roger's beautiful art work, as well as a picture of her on the cover of a magazine.  First time I've ever known a cover girl!  Way to go!

From there it was a short hop to the Holy Trinity Church of the Frescas.  I've seen them before, but didn't want to miss the opportunity to see them again.  They are an extraordinary thing to find in this part of the world. 

Finally, after months of wondering if it would work or not, I tied my golf cart on the back of the Vespa and pulled it around the park.  It worked!  I wouldn't want to go very fast or take turns to sharply, but for a short distance it would be just fine.

Tomorrow is moving day, to Pipestem, WV, and the final game of the World Cup, so I doubt I'll be posting.  But you never know.  Thanks for stopping by!

Seen on the back of a neighbor's motorhome:  "Not all who wander are lost."  Good to know!