I chanced upon an internet special at the gorgeous Olde Harbour Inn in Savannah (I like that “Inn in,” such bad grammar). I have a two-story room all to myself, a kitchen, two TV’s (not a selling point for me as I have yet to turn any television on in any room that I have stayed at in the last 2 months), a view of the river, birds that sing chirping tunes with gusto outside the balcony, wine and cheese in the evening, breakfast every morning, and a resident ghost. I think I’m gonna like it here. Loveliness. Continue reading
Category Archives: Musings
People who need people are the luckiest people…
Driving into the verdant green hills and mansions of Nashville from the poverty of Stone County, Arkansas was a shock to my senses. I found myself judging the wealth and wondering who was leading the better life, who was happier, the poor or the rich? My new-found, easy-going mountain friends were singing in my soul, and the contrasting, brick, two-story forbidding beauty of Nashville’s homes made me ache with the inequality of it all. But I continue to meet intriguing people unexpectedly around every corner and as the first part of my trip seemed to be about falling in love with nature again, this section I am discovering the depth of courage, beauty, and soul in human beings. Continue reading
Whiskey, Whittlin’ and Me
I’m in the Ozark Mountains in northern Arkansas. It’s hot (90’s), calm, friendly and utterly peaceful. I am staying at the Ozark Country Inn in Mountain View, AR, touted as the Folk Music Capitol of the World. Everyone in this town plays an instrument and they gather in the town square in the warm evenings and blend together into groups to entertain themselves and others. Continue reading
Cows, carnivores, churches and clubs
Lots of cows in Texas, or are they steer? I am busting along the freeways at top speeds trying to get across this fabulous county of mine, so my knowledge of flora and fauna is limited. But I see a field of cattle and immediately go “Awww, HI COWS!” and then just as automatically I continue… “I’m sorry. I’m sorry you will be eaten.” Continue reading
Santa Taos Fe kinda days….
This was my first foray into New Mexico. I love firsts. I stayed in Taos at a darling, old remodeled inn that had live music every night in the lobby/bar which I could hear clearly from my room, and they served one of the best chile rellenos I have ever had. Continue reading
What’s with the boots?
I bought a cute pair of grey Minnetonka fringe boots online for this trip. I love them, and so does everyone else it seems! Especially men in gas stations and women on the streets, and today I even had a man sing to me “those boots are made for walking and that’s what I’m gonna do” as I walked by. Continue reading
“Are we there yet?”
If I had a kid in the back seat driving into Mesa Verde National Park she would have said “are we there yet?” about ten times. It was deceptive because I pulled up to the kiosk and showed my annual park pass and got my map from the yogi-bear-hatted ranger, and then drove for half an hour before seeing any signs of life. Continue reading
Bubbles the Coaster or Big Thunder Mountain?
Oh I’m depressed at the thought of driving east and leaving Colorado further behind me. I love the mountains. I think this is a huge discovery. I never really realized that a part of me feels incomplete without being in their heights. I have never lived in the mountains and I wonder Continue reading
F. Scott Fitzgerald of the Rocky Mountains
I have just spent two glorious days in Telluride, Colorado. A beautiful little gem of a ski village, that used to be a mining town, in what reminds me of the Swiss Alps. It is off-season and the Aspen’s are blooming with bright green leaves to contrast with the darker powerful evergreens, waterfalls are bursting over cliffs, and everywhere there is the feeling of enchantment. Continue reading
Tantalizing Telluride
So…how to explain this. Simply, the eclipse in Telluride was magic. Here I am in this amazingly gorgeous scenery, alone and feeling a bit lonely wishing I had a loved one along, and then I head to the roof of my hotel to watch the eclipse. In the elevator I meet a man that is heading to the roof as well and he is meeting friends with a bottle of champagne and it turns into a laughter-filled event of friendship. Continue reading







