Matthew 27:62 – 66
62 Now the next day, that followed the day of the preparation, the chief priests and Pharisees came together unto Pilate,
63 Saying, Sir, we remember that that deceiver said, while he was yet alive, After three days I will rise again.
64 Command therefore that the sepulchre be made sure until the third day, lest his disciples come by night, and steal him away, and say unto the people, He is risen from the dead: so the last error shall be worse than the first.
65 Pilate said unto them, Ye have a watch: go your way, make it as sure as ye can.
66 So they went, and made the sepulchre sure, sealing the stone, and setting a watch.
Several hours later Lee was talking with Rotar and Falan in a dining hall about the days events and what was next when suddenly a horn sounded and everyone started to get up and head out.
“Hold on you two,” said Lee “What’s going on and where are you going?”
Rotar answered “Alarm! We are under attack! We have to get to the wall!”
“Welp, I cannot sit here while everyone else is fighting, so I’m coming with you, but I need to get my bow, where do I meet you?”
Less than 10 minutes later, Lee was on the top of the Fortress wall standing between Rotar and Falan. He was fully dressed in his cloak, hidden soft body armor, and carried the blade of the Black Legion upside down on his back in a sheath under his backpack and the Ronin on his hip hidden from view. “Going to be hard for them to do much damage having to cross that open water in boats then scale the wall, if they can” said Lee. Falan answered “the Brak can climb the wall as easy as we can walk in the woods, but they haven’t mastered swimming so if we can disrupt their boats they will not have the chance”.
As they were talking there was a bleating horn sound and several dozen boats were pushed into the 200yard wide body of water surrounding the fortress. Lee was watching waiting for someone to shoot an arrow or something but everyone held their fire “been my experience that if you break an enemies back early, you take the initiative, why are you waiting?” He asked. An unknown soldier said “we cannot soot accurately at that distance” and Lee said “it’s your war bub, but since I’m stuck here on this side I think I can risk a miss or two rather than give them a free pass over the river”. Lee drew his bow and sighted along an arrow across the distance at a figure who was seemingly directing Braks into action. He slowed his breath, closed his eyes then opens and was still aligned on the figure, Lee released the arrow. The bow may a thump sound as it launched the arrow at roughly 400fps flying in an arc but with a true flight it crossed the distance in little over a second striking the figure dead center of the chest burying deeply as the steel broadhead bit into flesh. The figure dropped as if pole axed and several of the other figures froze in disbelief. Lee was already releasing a second arrow by the time the first struck and this arrow missed its mark but did strike a Brak in the thigh causing him to knock over a lantern setting several tents on fire and causing several explosions.
The Treslander’s were astonished at Lees’s ability to shoot accurately at that distance but were soon shooting on their own as boats came into range. Rotar was moving up and down the wall giving orders and directing fire from the archers, as boats got closer to the walls the archer’s Moved back on the parapet and soldiers with swords and axes moved to the front line, archers shooting over their shoulders or heads. Lee could see several soldiers collapse from hits by enemy arrow fire and then saw for himself how fast the Braks could scale the sheer wall as several scampered up easily only to be cut down at the top. Suddenly there appeared a boat loaded with six huge figures covered by shields heading to the wall below where Lee and Falan were, it plowed forward despite being targeted and hit by numerous arrows, four of the figures eventually were shot out of the boat but the final two made it to the wall and began climbing, seemingly focused on getting up and over at this point whatever the cost.
Falan said “Tryaks!! So they have also joined against us, that’s a heavy blow they are relentless and twice as hard as Braks to kill”. Lee saw motion out of the corner of his eye and for some reason it caught his attention as Falan was making his statement, he looked and caught a glimpse of a figure disappearing into a side door and into the shadows and he thought “what is he doing here?” He was 99.9999% sure it was Trendar the one that gave him the feeling of someone not to be trusted. Lee heard a shout and turned to see a Tryak coming over the wall and he shot it in the face with an arrow causing it to fall backwards off the parapet and down into and through a boat carrying several Braks sending them all to the bottom. The second Tryak breached the wall and swing his huge sword taking out two soldiers and knocking Falan off the parapet down into the fortress. The Tryak spotted Lee and let out a roar and started forward, Lee saw this thing was over Seven feet tall and well over 400 pounds and he reached for an arrow but his quiver was empty “well crap, that’s going to make things interesting” he thought as he backed up to gain some space. The Tryak sang his sword and Lee dove and rolled to the side drawing his blade. He gained his feet in a crouch and dove down at the Tryak’s legs sliding past he let his blade slice through the huge leg he slipped past causing the Tryak to collapse onto its knee, Lee spun about to slice the neck of this enemy but Rotar appeared suddenly behind it and with a swing of his sword beheaded the beast. Nodding quickly at Lee he was off again shouting orders and helping attack any enemy that got over the top of the wall. The battle lasted another hour with the Braks and Tryaks finally retreating back with their wounded.
Standing on the wall after the battle Lee watched as these creatures or people or whatever retreated, trying to find a pattern or clue as to what prompted this attack and some clue as to who was the mastermind that was behind this “war”. He pulled his binoculars out from his backpack that was still laying against the wall where he left it and searched the groups retreating and those individuals who stood on the outskirts and watched. He saw a darkly cloaked figure at the tree line, never getting out of the shadows, the figure was looking at the returning troops but seemed to be not seeing or hearing what he looked for. Lee saw the figure suddenly stiffen and slowly it’s head turned facing the fortress, it’s face mostly concealed by the hood on his cloak, Lee saw enough to know that the figures eyes were looking directly at him and that whatever / whoever this was he looked remarkably like the “trusted friend of the Premier” Trendar. “Now that’s an interesting turn of events” he thought to himself “I’m going to have to find out more about this fella I think, if I want to get to the bottom of this mess”.
Hours later as the fortress returned to normal Lee was talking with Rotar as they went to the infirmary to check on Falan, “that was a long way to fall, lucky there were people down there to break it before he hit the ground” said Lee. Rotar said “he’s still young and bounces good I’m sure he’s fine” they both laughed as they entered and saw Falan sitting up, looking bruised but no worse for wear. “Told you” said Rotar and Lee agreed “glad your ok Falan that tumble looked pretty bad”. Falan said “yes for a mere mortal or normal Treslander it would have been fatal, but since it was me” and they all laughed. Lee, Rotar and Falan talked a long time about what occurred and how things were progressing at a rapid pace which was worrying Lee “I need to get back and check on my kin, I’m leaving later today but before I go we should see the premier once more”. Rotar agreed and said he would arrange it quickly and he left immediately. Lee turned to Falan and hesitated “what I’d it Lee? You can speak freely with me” said Falan. Lee thought for a second and then told him what he had seen both on the wall and in the wood line. Falan agreed that it was troubling and swore he would get Rotar involved and together they would watch Trendars every move when they could and would talk to their closest friends both to have the guards close to the premier and his family be extra cautious, and they would find out all they could about Trendar and his past. “Give him enough rope to hang himself and I’m sure he will take it, but not so much to do something unthinkable and then climb the fortress walls to escape” said Lee.
One hour later Lee was headed out the tunnel with Rotar and another soldier who were taking him to the gate “I will meet you at the same gate in two days time, unless we can find a gate nearer the house, I’m not keen on using the same one over and over as it forms a pattern” said Lee. Rotar replied “when I get back I’ll consult with the map keeper and see if we can find a unused gate and I’ll get word to you, if not in two days we will be back at this one”. Lee nodded and walked into the blurry gate and popped out back in his hunting club.
Lee ducked into the brush but it was unnecessary as the Treslanders had posted a squad there and they had the area secure. Lee talked a few then headed to his truck and found it were he left it, he watched the area carefully for almost an hour before satisfied it was not being watched, and he then slipped silently closer and gets his key from where he hid it in a hollow log. Lee gets in and drives towards his house as the day wanes towards evening. Lee pulled into a secluded spot at the rear of the property near a retention pond that was not visible from the house, he gathered his things and realized he had not texted Elena that he was back. Lee got his phone and the Ronin out of the pouch and texted “be there quick, using the old entrance don’t be surprised”. He made his way over to a giant cypress tree stump and he sat and watched the area for a while, Lee spots something near the rear fence that looks unfamiliar to him and focuses on that spot for a bit. “That’s not natural” Lee thought to himself “looks like someone forgot to change the wilting camouflage today” he muttered as he watched. “Either it’s abandoned or whoever was using it is very sloppy” Lee thought. He slowly scanned the area around the odd spot each pass moving out from it another foot, using his binoculars to try and find signs of recent activity. Just before thinking the area was clear Lee caught glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye, movement but barely perceptible. He continued to scan the area them came back over the territory again this time concentrating on the spot and slowly he started making out details, it was one very well camouflaged Wrack, watching the area towards the house intently as if expecting someone to show up. Lee realized the trap, the wilting camouflage was purposely done to catch the eye of someone in the area, they would investigate and be easily within bow, spear or sword range. “Clever” he thought “hopefully wouldn’t work with anyone in there, if they were thinking they would use binoculars like I did”. Slipping an arrow and drawing his bow aiming at the spot that moved Lee shot and immediately moved drawing another as he was switching positions. Lee thought “could have just used my gun but did not want to put everyone on edge” as he took up a different position and studied the spot. He need not worry, his first arrow did the job striking the Wrack in the side of the head instantly killing it. Lee checked the site, retrieved his arrow and quickly slipped into the tunnel by opening the side of the giant cypress stump with his key.
As Lee emerged from the tunnel in his and Elena’s room he immediately heard sounds of a fight and thought he moved fast he moved cautiously down the hall where he saw Elena lying, she was not dead he could see that so he concentrated on what he saw before him. He saw Trinity strike a Wrack on the neck and forearm with some kind of wooden short swords and he was turning to help her but out of the kitchen burst a Brak and Lee had to turn and deal with this before he could help his niece. Lees did not hesitate he drew his small knife and at the same time the Legion blade from his back, the Brak hesitated seeing the blade for a second to long, Lee threw the Legion blade underhand striking the Brak in the chest burying to the hilt. The Brak rose in his toes and started falling back and Lee moved closer in a flash pulling the Legion blade out and simultaneously stabbing his short sheath knife up into the Braks throat and twisting it. Without hesitating Lee spun in time to see the Wrack behind Trinity and his sword moving by her throat, Lee threw the Legion blade, striking the assassin in the back of the neck where the spine meets the brain and he collapsed in a heap taking Trinity down with him.
Slipping quietly along the game trail as the first hint of daybreak shows the figure, is indistinguishable in the dark, his ghillie suit blending completely with the dark and vegetation. Carrying a full sized backpack, and a handmade bow, he slips onto his favorite tree, one that’s very alive but laying down along the ground with an upturn that his back comfortably rests against. Silently unhooking the backpack and setting it on the tree the Hunter settles to wait. The forest sounds become a constant din of noise in the background and the forest slowly wakes, still an hour before full daylight but light enough to start making out shapes and movement quite easily for the experienced woodsman who has spent his life in the woods whenever he can escape the daily grind.
Rugged looking, 6’ with hair graying but with still more brown than gray. Bearded face with piercing clear blue eyes that have seen many horrors and many tender moments, slight smile in the corners as if he knows something funny that no one else does. Well past being youthful, the hunter has many scars, and many wounds, some that ache and always will, and some that are tucked away inside his mind where no one is allowed to see. Just an ordinary, humble man, but one look tells you, that if you are looking for trouble, best look elsewhere because as the saying goes “it’s the quiet ones that you need watch”, and an old man still surviving in a young man’s world is not one to quarrel with. The Hunter silently checks his gear out of habit, on his belt on the left hip a sheath knife given to him by a good friend many ages ago, Damascus blade hand crafted and razor sharp, he never leaves without it. On his right hip, is a “Ronin” 45, a present given to him by the one love he’s ever had in his life who is at home still asleep as he hunts for whatever comes by. Strapped to the backpack is a wicked looking knife 20 inches long, curved blade of stainless with serrations on the back resembling a dragons spine, inside it has a fire starter, rope, a hooded cloak gray and woolen as the archers wore in days gone, by the type that is water repelling and seems to blend into any background, 2 spare magazines for his pistol with 2 boxes of bullets in the bottom that he did not know his “Elena” had put there “just in case”. There are other things that have found their way into the pack over the years that may become useful at some time. The Hunter runs his hand over the smooth wooden bow that took months to make, one that until he practiced with for ages he could not even fully pull back. His arrows, wooden and hand made fill the leather quiver that he carries on his back so drawing is easy. Calloused fingers caress the wood as the Hunter smiles at old comments on the size of his hands…
…Suddenly his eyes jerk towards movement to his right and down one of the game trails that converge 25 yards to his front, and he sees a gray fox trotting along the game trail towards his perch. Watching curiously as the fox comes closer and looks at him before just curling up in a comfortable spot close to his feet and going to sleep as if it was completely normal. “Well, Bub, I won’t bother you if you don’t spoil my chances”. The fox strangely payed no attention apparently already asleep on the soft grass. The Hunter sat silently contemplating on the oddity that was the wild animal, coming over and sleeping like that, did not appear sick, looked well nourished, so it was a conundrum he pondered. The hunters eyes flicked up as he started sensing something working it’s way down the trail on the opposite side of the clearing. Catching a glimpse of a small but legal to harvest whitetail deer, he slowly begins to draw his bow as the animal is obscured by some blackberry bushes. The deer walked past the bushes and stopped just out of the clearing in the woods, it’s tail nervously twitching and it’s eyes looking all around. The Hunter thought to himself “that deer senses something, winds in my favor so it’s not me” as he settles his aim on the area behind the front shoulder, low to try and hit the heart for a fast kill. Settling into a perfect rhythm between himself and the bow he no longer thinks about the motions or his movements as his fingers start to roll off the string to release it, everything is just how it should be, broadside 25-26 yards away, no wind, undetected, the Hunter releases the arrow and watches as if in slow motion it’s flight towards the deer.
The Hunter watches and suddenly notices a disturbance between him and the deer, something is weird, his view to the deer is interrupted by what looks like heat waves coming off asphalt on a summer day and as his arrow enters the heat wave it vanishes and as soon as it does the heat wave dissipates and there are 4 figures standing in the clearing facing away from him all looking at a 5th, but this one was not a man it was something like you would see in a movie as an ork or troll. This one fell over backwards and it was only then that the Hunter realized that two of the four had swords drawn one an axe and the last a spear all facing the other creature who had one of the hunters arrows sticking out of his neck. All four suddenly turned around and spread out facing the Hunter but it took a few seconds to find him as he blended in so well, weapons pointed in his direction and the Hunter remained quiet his bow half drawn as he had already readied the bow with lightening like speed from months of practice to be ready for a follow up shot at a wounded animal, all this took place even before the four had got totally into view. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed the fox was awake and intently watching but had not moved. One of the four slowly lowered his sword and made a motion like putting his hand over his chest and bowed slightly, the other 3 followed suit but none of them looked the least bit relaxed.
Years of reading people and judging threats, the Hunter could tell these were soldiers of some type, they were dangerous and could handle themselves in a fight. The Hunter lowered his bow relaxing the string holding both, arrow still strung in his left hand and his right hand on his thigh near his hip where the Ronin was holstered. His advantage lies in the constant multiple assailant practice scenarios he drilled into himself, and his family. He was relaxed but knew things could go south quick and the chances are he would not get out unscathed if they did. So he remained silent and examined the four. All were tall, silver blonde hair long and down over their shoulders, wearing cloaks like the one he has but these constantly changed it seemed even more to become the same as the background, leather like moccasin type booths laced up to the knees, clear grey/blue eyes. They reminded him of woodsman from an age long gone, but their garb was more well made, with silvery thread, their shirts were covered with leather armor tightly woven, with layers of overlapping pieces to make penetration difficult.
The Hunter got the distinct impression that these “men” were reading and judging him as he was them. The one who initially lowered his sword said something to the others and they sat on the ground where they were while he approached. The Hunter stood up now, still relaxed looking but balanced, weight on the balls of his feet, bladed towards the strangers and hand hooked in his belt by the holster containing the Ronin. The stranger stopped after getting to about six feet away and said “Bevan?” In perfect English. The Hunter remained silent and the stranger repeated “Bevan?” And looked at him curiously.
The Hunter knew Bevan was welsh for “archer” from one of the books that his Peach would laugh at him for reading at one time or another, but he also knew it wasn’t his name nor was he welsh. “Not sure who you think I am bub, but names Lee, not Bevan”.
The stranger looked slightly confused but did not let it dismay him “I am Rotar, I was sent along with my trusted friends to find Bevan, the archer, we need his help”.
“Well Rotar, all I can tell you is that my name’s Lee, I do use a bow to hunt sometimes, but I do not know anyone named Bevan”.
The soldier named Rotar began telling a tale to the Hunter as they stood in the clearing deep in the woods, and the hunter interrupted by holding up his hand, “Perhaps, before you get into a long drawn out story, you could tell me who or what that thing is?”, as he pointed at the creature with his arrow protruding out of its neck, obviously dead.
Rotar said “You don’t know an enemy when you see it? This is a Brak. It’s a foot soldier of our enemy, not very smart but very deadly with its axe”.
“Ok, so it’s your enemy, what does that have to do with me?” asks Lee in a calm voice, “Where did it come from, where did you come from?”.
“We followed it to the portal to try and stop it crossing into your time, but we were too late, and it opened the portal and we had to follow” says Rotar.
“Portal? What portal, and why would it want to come here?” says Lee.
Rotar replied with a solemn voice, laced with a bit of urgency “It’s mission was to come here and find the Bevan and kill him, and anyone related to him, down to the last of his bloodline”.
Hi, y’all! Been a minute since I wrote anything at all, and I figure I better say something before I forget how to do this. Peach is forever wanting to gather with family and have a bonfire and cook a big meal for everyone. Me, I’m a hermit. As much as I love Peach’s cooking, and as much as I love family and friends, I’m a hermit. Peach in her patient ways, always drags the cave man out into the light from time to time and when she does and I stop grumblin’, I always end up having a really fun time.
Someone once said, “to truly be happy, a person must make others happy“ (if no one said it I’ll claim it) although I don’t believe that’s the case, I will say making others genuinely smile, does make me happy. I have been blessed with the most beautiful and perfect partner to stumble through life with, and in doing so have been blessed with awesome children, and grandchildren. But more than that, Peach’s family add an awesome blessing into the mix. Always up for a bonfire, or a day at the range, never without smiles and good cheer, they are like my own kin. We have been able to spend a bit more time with some of them now that I’m fully retired, before, being a Police Officer I missed gatherings and opportunities to spend time, now I am able to and we do.
Raised by two great parents my two of my nieces (you know who you are) are growing too fast into wonderful young ladies, one with two incredible talents (that I know of) one is as an artist at which she is very good at, and the other writing, a talent rivaling many a starving book writers, she will, if she keeps at it, publish a best seller before she’s 20. The other, quieter and more a thinker (just based on my observations) I have been told is an excellent cook, creating dishes that are both pleasing to the palette but also creations that are wondrous to look at, this talent does not surprise me as I know she is also a skillful artist (although I have to pry to get a look at her work, I can be annoying at times yes it’s true) her art belies her age, and like her sister with writing, if she keeps at it will make her mark in Culinary Arts or any other field she chooses (not to forget they are both really good shots and seem to enjoy range time). The reason I mention these young ladies is because the more we visit the more I see their talent and come to appreciate how they mirror their parents in the fact that they love family and I pray they keep at it and shine. At our outings or bonfires I like to think everyone has a good time and can’t wait to do it again, I know I can’t.
Gatherings with family like this are something I hope all get a chance to do (if we’re having one you’re welcome to join the family) as I know the conversation that happens while sitting around the fire with the dark crowding in all around, and the trees seemingly stretching their limbs towards the fire to warm, is conversation that’s good for the soul. Thought provoking and sometimes funny, the conversation is for all ages, as we believe that everyone has something to share. Being retired, I am catching up for the first couple months, on things I need to get a handle on. After that, Peach and I are going to take our famous driving trips and see what we find. There are plans to stay in cabins (I’m all in long as there’s a creek or pond I can sit by and fish in), in parts of the country where it’s more “country”, near places where we can take hikes or walks and /or bike rides. The plans include times with family doing the same things and having the same style conversations around fires at night, until we are no longer able.
As I age, I reflect as I’m sure everyone does, on missed opportunities to tell people what they mean to you, and how you cherish their friendship and company. I tend to turn friends into family and to me there are no more important people than family. I want my children to succeed in all walks of life and they are well on the right path to do so. I want for Peach’s family the same, as to me they are my family also and there is nothing on the earth I would not do to see them succeed or come to their aid.
I think the point of this inane babble (anyone get the reference?) is to explain that despite all my life liking to be a hermit, there is nothing on the planet that would keep me from helping family, and now days, “gathering” to just be together.
“Yes Peach I did light the bonfire”
I love rainy days when I’m not at work and all my chores are done. Comfy chair, good book or company to talk to, not sure I could ask for anything else. Sometimes sitting by a window watching the rain can be just the wind down a person needs after a hectic day or week.
Didja see my raincoat Peach?”
It creeps up on us once a year without fail, and suddenly “BAM” you’re a whole year older. It’s inevitable, it happens to us all and there is no way of stopping it.
When I was a kid, I like most of us, never worried about age or growing old, I played hard, ran the woods and fields, fished, hunted, trapped and just basically did kid stuff until ma or pa called me home. Every birthday that came when I was young was celebrated with my family, we were not “well off” but mom and dad always made it special and surrounded by my brothers and sister I don’t see how it could have been any better.
The years progress and we get older and have to stop doing “kid” stuff and “act our age” so to speak (something I struggle with having a professional small boy mentality), but I believe we all maintain, somewhere deep inside buried under years of stress and strife, piled upon us by work and trying to make a living, a piece of that “kid”. It’s this small piece that shows up at times to play jokes, laugh at inappropriate times and generally helps to keep us sane in a world that is drifting rudderless nowadays (squirrel).
So, as I look back, I see numerous things from my childhood that have been erased by my getting older and I would like them back at some point in time. Without these childhood things and mentalities we become drab boring adults just muddling our way through life, where’s the fun in that?
This year on my birthday I was again surrounded by family, not mom who is off with my sister in Pensacola, not Dad who is in heaven looking down shaking his head at my nonsense, but family none the less, my boys and their families and Peach’s brother and his family. I cannot see how it could be a better birthday than the way it was (‘cept maybe minus the yellow flies, deer flies some call ‘em) we cooked on the grill, played badminton and horse shoes, goofed, talked and caught up. Peach and I have awesome families and kids and grandkids and they all come together to help us old farts remember when we were kids and not to take life too seriously.
Birthdays, long as we’re here, we will have them, they are celebrations that we should embrace and enjoy. Surround yourself with family, be thankful for having them, do not take life too serious, play a game, laugh, and most of all love, and I think you will enjoy each one more than the last one.
“Nothin better than your banana puddin’ for my birthday, Peach“
Made up a new dish recently and to my great surprise and pleasure it came out pretty tasty.
So here’s what I did:
3-4 pork cutlets 3/4″ thick
Konriko Creole Seasoning
Red Cayenne Pepper
Liberally coat one side of the room temp cutlets with red pepper, garlic salt and creole seasoning and pat into the meat. Turn the cutlets over and repeat.
Place on a hot grill and cook until the grill side is starting to turn colors (about a minute to two minutes) and then turn over.
Coat the partially cooked side with honey and then heat until internal temperature is 160. Turn over, coat that side with honey and cook another 30-45 seconds or until temp is 163-65.
Remove and let rest for 3-5 minutes for juices to set, and consume.
Give it a try, you can do this in an oven, too I just happened to think of it while cleaning the grill.
“Sweet and spicy like you Peach 😬“
Road trips are a fun way to spend an afternoon or weekend. Cruising forgotten highways and byways of the states always takes Peach and I to interesting places. Normally we don’t have a plan, pick a direction and off we go, to me that’s easier as there’s no firm destination so there’s no worry about getting anyplace in a hurry, which is the way we like it. We are apt to pull over and take pictures of airplanes or signs on the side of the road at any given moment.
We generally take these trips as photo opportunities and snap pics at things we think is cool or interesting, be it places or objects. Kinda like a mobile photo shoot so to speak, so I will keep attaching photos from several of our trips, maybe someone will recognize a place or see something they may want to visit.
Going for a ride does so many good things for Peach and myself, without a destination we are free to stop and explore, basically anything we want, and we like to explore together, so there’s that. There’s also the fact that we both really like taking pictures of just about anything and everything and what better way to see various things than to go on a road trip.
Then of course there’s eating, and if you know me you know I don’t like skipping meals (no fat jokes, I’m a sensitive guy) and again there are soooooooooooo many small shops and eateries to stop and sample food. Local favorites where ever you are, usually do not look like much in small out of the way towns and places, but boy howdy the food is outstanding most times and the staff in these small places are usually friendly and polite and try and ensure you have a pleasant meal while you are there.
Some of the views we get are crazy outstanding and some of the places are rich and full of history, take a walk thru Savanna’s squares and read the plaques denoting a time gone by (a time which a lot of my friends say I’m a throw back from) where a person had to work to make a living, and people genuinely cared about their cities and towns and their neighbors. We see a lot of these type places driving down forgotten county roads, the roads the truckers used to rely on for their routes. My dad when he was young was an over the road trucker and used to in his latter years comment on how he wished he had the time to drive some of the roads he used to just to see the routes again, to my sadness, as bad as I wanted to surprise him and go on a road trip with him over those old routes, he went to be with our maker before I could make that happen, sometimes I feel as if he is pointing me in directions to go (crazy? Maybe but I believe).
To me, and I believe to Peach also, the fun is in the adventure of what we find along the way, and we continue to find things that surprise, enlighten, and give pause, all have been happy interesting things, some things have been long in finding, some just around the corner, but in all, we know in our hearts that, “You will not find happiness at the end of your journey, if you do not bring it with you” (read that scribbled on a bathroom wall on one of our road trips 🤣 an have found it to be so true).
If you’re out and about and see an old country boy and a beautiful Peach stopped on the side of the road taking pictures, or in a small town wandering and photographing with phones and cameras, don’t be alarmed, it’s prolly just Peach and Batman headed “Down the Road”
Y’all take a piece of advice from an old country boy that’s “living in the wrong time” in this new fangled world; Live your life as God intended, learn to take happiness with you where ever you are headed, stop and meet people in small out of the way places, smile, give a kind word to someone, and above all, find that someone that you can not stand to be apart from and hang on to them forever, the adventure awaits just down the road.
“Peach, it’s getting time to spin the dial and see which direction we should head, don’t ya think?”