Monday, August 3, 2009

(10), 11, 12, 13

(day ten, for it was left out of the last post, methinks...chester county, the repository of big city money moved a bit west, once money is secured and leisure time is guaranteed aboard horses or near barbeques. so much developement in the area since the last visit to camphill soltane, last november. we got a bit lost in the new web of condos and housing developments. with the clother household located, we took in the twilight sky of lightning bugs and dear friends giving freely of their community's bounty of food and love). day eleven, now, we are on this next triplet of days officially. welcome. we acclimated fast into the community of clother and soon enough finley was head butt hugging and body slamming us at leisure. lovely hill country and lengthy talks and quality friend time im not sure translates well into blog form. heres some pictures in words stead...
twelve days in, we embarked early, south. driving through eastern states, passing through about one or two every couple hours, i was left with the feeling somewhat akin to eating white castle. while eating there can be a bit gratifying, due to the seeming vast amounts one is able to consume in a relatively short amount of time, underscored by the mound of slider boxes left in one's wake, it all leaves one feeling a bit nauseus. the east isnt nearly as bad for you as white castle, dont get me wrong, but soon enough (well, 12 hours later) we stepped out of the car in charleston, dazed and a bit nauseus in the heat. my brother rich and his family (nicole! sister in law cassandra! two little dogs!) welcomed us with their air conditioning and our own room (and vegan treats rained down on melissa from the beneficiant and ever spoiling hands and heart of one nicole trager). we were excited to see charleston through the eyes of a year spent there (already!) by mi familia. and we werent diappointed in the least. spanish moss, low country charm, boiled peanuts! and sweet tea and sweet tea and older than america america-ness hit us yet again with beauty and humidity. swam in the atlantic-luke warm bath

and retired for nilch and blokus and soon enough we found our way back to the freeway, still pointed south (with new oil circulating through the car. three thousand miles in, a bit over three thousand more to go). thanks to rich and nicole and crew for your love and hospitality...



(thank you, rich! thank you, nicole!)

day thirteen was consumed by the drive south, to tampa. however, we made a stop in savannah, thanks to the influence of rich and nicole's recent trip there and the memories they shared about it. spooky little town of more history and lots of spanish moss. deep into ross mcelwee country (dont know? look him up, and deluge your life in his films), we set out to find barbeque, hidden in some side street. this side street turned out to be hidden even more than anticipated for there was a whole heaping mess of construction around the establishment. the brisket was heavenly, and gallon number five or six was reached on the sweet tea o' meter. the swampy, dense air of central florida greeted us, soon followed by more vegan treats, this time, though, from the beneficiant hands of one ryan fujiki-hastings (so many commas, i apologize). thus endeth our triplet of days. stay tuned....




2 comments:

J. Koonce said...

zombie blood makes me ravenous.

Also, thanks again for your wonderful gift of permanent records. When we select some LPs I'll let you know what they are.

Christy Lee said...

The Clothers. The Tragers. The Ted and Melissa. I know these people. Except that little one. Maybe when he's older.

Nice travelblogging, kids.