Avery, Hi from "Classic"! I stowed away in your Mom and Dad's luggage and was hanging out at Black Mountain while you were learning and doing cool things. I really enjoyed the view from the porch of the Robert E. Lee Hall and as you see, I did a little rocking. I started to get cold so I went to the lodge to warm up by the fire and catch up on my reading. I tried to watch you at the crafts center, but got distracted by trying to use the loom. I kind of got stuck in the loom. Oh [View Full Entry]

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Aiden, This is Bailey writing. Classic and I stowed away in your Mom and Dad's luggage and we ran around Black Mountain while you were there. I sat on the porch of the Robert E. Lee Hall and did a little rocking. After that, I went to the lodge to warm up by the fire and read some magazines. I was hiding at the crafts center while you were there and played on the the loom. Unfortunately, I got stuck in the loom for awhile. I have to go, because I am off to Italy with Aunt Mina and Uncle Ron! [View Full Entry]

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If you have ever played with tonka trucks as a kid, well that is what it is like, one big tonka truck and you get to live inside it, with all of the gadgets and appliances, etc. You soon get use to running water, heat, and TV when you just plug in. Primitive camping is much different, in that you have to measure what you are doing, how much water you are using or wasting. Anyway, it gets you into a different mindset, or as we say, “we are just plain out of our mind for doing this!”. It is better [View Full Entry]

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On the road… finally… two days of loading the RV and cleaning the house but we are on the road. Of course within 5 miles of the house we hit a 90 minute delay due to an accident but it is a really different experience than in a car. Ed drove the beginning of the delay and the Garmin GPS gave us a lot of alternatives (by the way, they all worked but all had bad traffic as well). The kids were happy creating crafts and reading books. Then, Ed decided he needed a bathroom break so at the next standstill, [View Full Entry]

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I left Hickory, North Carolina as early as I could manage after a late night spent speaking to the small Quaker worship group, catching up with my girlfriend and parents by phone and planning out my route to Black Mountain for the next day. I estimated that I had a seventy or eighty mile day ahead of me. There were two direct routes from Hickory to Black Mountain, and one was inaccessible to me as it was the interstate. Most people along my ride have been surprised to learn that bicycles are not allowed on interstates. Perhaps it is only cyclists, [View Full Entry]

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