Last Looks

We will miss waking up each morning, opening the door and being surrounded by the forest, the rushing creek.  

We will miss sharing dinner with our friends in the evening.  We will miss the laughter and joy they contributed to our days together.

God must have been in a jocular mood the day he created the duck.  Have you ever taken a close look at them?  The brightest orange legs you can imagine.  The younger ducks have bright yellow bills; the older ducks have bills that look more olive green.  The teal-colored head, the breast covered in what can only be described as cheetah spots.  When they lift their wings, you'll see a band of color ranging from royal blue to indigo.  Of course, there's also black, white, and varying shades of brown and gray.  I don't think it would be possible to place one more color on this waterfowl!

I mentioned my love of beach glass in a previous post.  This is the pile I've accumulated while here at Roan Creek Campground.  Do you see the little brown piece that is shaped like a heart?  There's one piece of purple, one piece of pottery, and one piece that is opaque.  Who knew?

Ghosties.  In an earlier blogpost entitled, Ghost Stories, I wrote about the alleged ghost that haunted the house we moved out of just about this time last year.  I was telling a fellow camper about the ghostly escapades when consort added something I had not heard before.  He said that after we vacated the house, he returned one afternoon to pick something up or drop something off.  He said the new kids in the house answered his knock and told him they were playing hide-and-seek.  Before running off to find their mom, one of the kids turned to consort and said, Did you know this house is haunted?