Tag: SANCP

  • Forty-One: Another Notch on the Birthday Belt

    Forty-One: Another Notch on the Birthday Belt

    Getting to hang out at Tremont with Bill Lea and Will Clay is a whole lot of icing on this year’s cake!

    Today I get to tick up my age another notch. Of course, we all know that age is as much a state of mind as it is number on our driver’s licenses. I’ve had my times this year when I felt “middle-aged” but I’ve managed to maintain the attitude and energy of a twenty-something for the most part.

    Anyway, I find it appropriate to reflect upon the last twelve months every “Val” New Year’s Day and this is it in a nutshell.

    Travel

    Our travels this year have been an amazing whirlwind of fabulous adventures. We’ve visited over 20 Georgia State Parks and Historic sites including the Len Foote Hike Inn, trekked across country to geocache the E.T. Highway, explored our Atlanta stomping grounds, trekked across country again for our five-week Geowoodstock to TBEX expedition, and capped the year off with Going Coastal and a visit to Tybee Island with our Florida family.

    A truly unexpected treat this year… getting to visit a snow-covered Clingman’s Dome after a freak storm.

    For yours truly, I continued my descent into Tremont Junkiedom by completing the bulk of my Southern Appalachian Naturalist Certification as well as putting two more photography workshops under my belt there.

    These adventures have had me geocaching through something like 30 states over several months of travel, most of it tent-based which is all kinds of awesome. I’ve gotten to see the soul-stirring beauty of America and meet wonderful people across the nation, most of it with my little minions in tow, soaking up the experience and education of travel. That’s some seriously good stuff.

    So all the adventures were the obvious multiple high-points of the year. The only flip-side I can think of was the horrible “toe” incident in Colorado but more on that in a bit.

    The achy body

    Ok, ok, I know I said much of age is a state of mind, which is true.

    Little did I know that this broken toe and moving would be bigger factors this year than the tumor in my head.

    But there are certain realities of hitting middle age. If I don’t manage to keep my yoga on, I’m a ridiculous, stiff mess. And I won’t pretend I don’t spend a lot of time with ice on the knees and shins. And then there’s the feet to which I’ve added a crappily-healed broken toe from our time in Colorado this summer. Yes, this year I get to add bone fragments and arthritis to the laundry list of aches thanks to that little doozie.

    One of the year-in-review steps I took was to go reread last year’s birthday post. It’s one I have deliberately not set eyes upon since I hit publish. Can you believe one of things that has gone fairly well this year is actually the continuing demise of Petunia? She’s not a memory yet, but she’s fading away as are the lovely symptoms she brought with her. So in spite of the middle-aged aches I mentioned, I’ve felt pretty damn good compared to this time last year. Go fig.

    Headquarters

    From hail storms in South Dakota to the blustery winds of the Georgia coast, I’ve weathered a lot in this tent in the last year.

    At Val in Real Life HQ, we’ve downsized and moved to a great neighborhood. It’s full of friendly people and walking distance to the vibrant offerings of Roswell. The place has amazing flow and is the size for minimal-ish living with enough room for curious homeschoolers to create and build—when we’re home that is.

    So yes, the new stomping grounds are everything we hoped they would be and then some. Yet it’s not all puppies and giggles. This is life after all.

    Because you know getting the big, stupid, golf-course monstrosity of a house off my back couldn’t go smoothly right? As I write this on Val-New-Year’s-Eve, I’ve been informed that the buyers have had their financing fall apart. It’s a bit hard to move forward with something that as big as that monkey weighing you down, no? I’ve spent a few hours trying to process this new development in such a way that I can still enjoy the start of my next year. I’ll let you know if I end up successful in that.

    Coming up

    Fred and George exploring Savannah with the Florida family.

    In spite of the pall hanging over the final hours of my forty-first year, I’m so thrilled with what I was able to see and do this year. I have yet to set things in motion for the coming year but I certainly have lots of musings and ideas. Much of what comes to life hinges on ditching the 800-pound gorilla of a house and the financial burdens that it carries like a virus.

    As far as the blog is concerned, I’ll keep sharing our adventures of course but my vision for the coming year is to share more of the hows, whys, and wherefores of what we do here in Val-land in the hope that you will be inspired to pursue your bliss as fiercely as I do.

    Cheers friends! Keep moving forward.

    My final travel adventure of year 41—the blustery but intriguing Tybee Island.


    The Birthday Series

  • Going Solo

    Going Solo

    I know you parents out there feel my pain. As rich as our kids make our lives, sometimes you need a little adult time. And when you spend as much time together as we do in our roadschooling pursuits, that becomes the understatement of the decade.

    The entrance at Townsend, Tennessee, the self-proclaimed “quiet side” of the Smokies.

    I’ve alluded to my July solo trip to the Smokies in recent posts about the Great Smoky Mountains Institute at Tremont and Cades Cove but I’ve yet to give you the full rundown. Basically I spent a week camping in Cades Cove followed by a week of SANCP classes at Tremont. It was certainly a much needed respite from constantly being on mommy duty but it also gave me some time to focus on my personal pursuits, spend my time on my own terms, and get rejuvenated to jump back into the fold upon my return. I certainly missed my little camping buddies but I knew they were having adventures of a different kind that only a Gramma can provide. (Thanks Gramma!)

    My original plans for this trip included lots of naturalist practice and photography on the more difficult trails that Fred and George would balk at tackling. This was my prime opportunity! Only my plans took a radical turn when a quite literal run-in with a rock in Colorado back in June left me with a very, very broken big toe. I had to scrap my backcountry bliss for roadside exploration…along with the countless other visitors that flock to the Smokies in the middle of summer. Little did I realize how educational the people-watching would be but given better circumstances, I would have stuck to my original plans.

    At any rate, regardless of having to change up my plans, it was still an epic trip and I’m just now figuring out the best way to share my rare solo adventure with you. Unfortunately, sometimes an experience is almost too much to put into words. Since I can’t show you in images what this adventure meant to me in terms of personal satisfaction, I’m at least going to share with you some of the things I saw and hopefully you’ll understand why the Smokies are a fitting place to find your happy. (Just remember, it’s a zoo there in July.)

    So without further ado, here’s some of the lovely that is the Great Smoky Mountains.

    Cades Cove…

    One of the perks of a July visit is the volatile weather. The constantly changing light made it hard to know what to shoot first. This field is at the north end of Hyatt Lane in Cades Cove.
    Many visitors to the Smokies seek out the modern attractions of nearby Gatlinburg,TN for excitement but for me this is the kind of roadside attraction that stops me in my tracks. I could have spent hours investigating these beauties if not for the car-dodging required along the Cades Cove loop.
    A artifact of history blemished by modern hands.
    The Great Smoky Mountains National Park is a compelling mix of history and nature.
    While standing on Sparks Lane shooting the fog rolling through the cove, I was reminded to always turn around and see the possibilities behind me. Of course, camera set on another subject, I resorted to Instragram iPhoneography.

    Tremont Road and the Middle Prong River…

    This was one of the many times I found a surprise while looking at something else. In this case, this harvestman was nestled in the bark of a tree I was inspecting for its fabulous lichen offerings. (Top of Tremont Road at the Middle Prong trailhead.)
    This shattered puzzle of geologic awesome is located in one of my favorite little spots along the Middle Prong.
    Another of those surprises I mentioned. I was examining this tree for entirely different reasons when this big, wet, seriously tough looking beetle startled me.
    This Lilliputian mushroom may only be about an inch tall, but what a marvel of detail in its little world.

    Foothills Parkway…

    I spent hours on the Foothills, studying plants, shooting the landscape, and working away on this blog. It’s certainly not a burden to plug in and work when this is your office view.

    Newfound Gap…

    After yet another summer storm, mesmerizing fog drifted up and over Newfound Gap.

    Clingman’s Dome…

    I put the “cling” in Clingman’s Dome to get this shot! On a steep, slippery, rain-soaked roadside, I clung to the slick grass, trying not to further distress my already throbbing toe in order to catch this bee on a misshapen sunflower. No tripod possibilities in this situation. Pure iPhone Instagram action here.

    Roaring Forks Motor Drive…

    Roaring Forks was a first for me. While I eventually managed a quiet place to shoot , it was so crowded along this motor trail, the roads were nearly impassable. Very beautiful but I don’t recommend it during the busy season…it’s an exercise in frustration.

    And now for your moment of green…

    No matter where you decide to visit in the Smokies, you’ll find beautiful surprises.