During the non-rainy part of the morning I decided to take a walk to see how it was going over there. I followed a route that I hadn't been on in a couple of years. Took one of my dogs with me. Pictures to follow:
That is the path to the track.
A lake has formed on the inside of turn 1 due to poor swamp drainage:
Bou says "So, does this mean no picnic today?"
I could hear the river long before I saw it - this is the view from atop the turn 2 banking:
The back straight was passable:
Those sycamore and other trees are normally rooted on dry land:
The front straightaway was in good shape:
My dog was skeptical about the new car:
She thought it was down on horse power:
At the next she asked "Does that thing have a hemi?":
I explained that the displacement of that engine, so boldly painted on the hood could mean either hemi or wedge, she was good and we walked on.
The end.
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Too cold to rain here. 4º this morning. 14º now.
The state has been saturated the past few days. Looks like it's clearing up now. Must be something in the air, because another blog I read posted Dvorak I think it was yesterday. It's not a good sign when you need to install a permanent hitch the the front of your car. Some retired folks do that to tow their around-town-car with their RV, but that one doesn't have that vibe.
Excellent dawg is skeptical but goes along anyway.
That car, and the others parked around the track, are all former race cars. The track we walk was used as a stock car dirt track for decades. It is now a park and you can see that based on the size of the trees growing in the infield it has not been used for racing for a long time.
I think that is a '39 Chevy, I was always more of a Ford guy growing up, so I am not as sure of the year as I should be. Many cars in those days were flat towed to the track on race day and at the end of the race, towed to the next track. That's why it has a tow bar, well that, plus fact that the engine is long gone.
Amartel - the good thing is that she is always ready to go walkies. We got in close to 3 miles today and she has been very calm this afternoon. Me too.
Dueling Banjos was playing in my head as I read this post.
Was Judy Garland weeping on Dvorak's shoulder when he composed that? We'll never know.
Drat, spinelli's comment is much more apposite. Hey, if Chip can use apposite..........
Oh ya, you betcha doncha know, this one here is for them far up north hill folk:
Turn back when you hear accordions.
The tars on Herbert's 40 Chevy Coupe look suspiciouslt new.
I think I deserve, at the least, a cookie for my internet research skills.
I am impressed, and a bit concerned, but such are the ways of the internet, I reckon.
Deliverance was filmed around these parts. The banjo kid lives in Rabun County, GA, just south of us. He didn't need much makeup. A friend of a friend was Ned Beatty's double for the river scenes. I think Ned did his own squealing. Nice accordion music. Lots of quality bluegrass around here, like this. We know the Rickmans. The granddaughter just opened a compounding pharmacy in town. The school in the video is where my kids would have attended if we had sent them to public school.
Nice link, windbag - the narrator mentioned "old time" music - you know why old time songs have names, right? So you can tell them apart.
Cowee - hoowee - that is a fur piece from here. Barely in the same state. It is so far away I have never even been out there. I would like to see the Joyce Kilmer forest, which has to be out there somewhere - I have been hearing about that patch of woods almost my whole life, and it has to be an amazing bunch of trees. I'll bring my saw.
Sixty, you can't get to Joyce Kilmer from here. You gotta go to Robbinsville and start. We've been a couple of times. It's breath-taking. Makes me want to go see the redwoods. Come on over. We'll wander around. I live in the middle of nowhere, but up there is the backside of nowhere. It's near where Eric Rudolph was holed up all that time he was a fugitive. We can check out Cataloochee, but that would take another day trip.
I rarely go farther than I can walk these days. I missed my 50th HS reunion when my house sitters encountered problems and it now seems I will never return to my home state again. And that area is a darned sight closer than The Great Smokies, just sayin'.
But I am glad I got to spend time in the redwoods and sequoias - those trees are freakishly large. They truly mess with one's sense of scale and proportion.
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