"BREATHING THAT CLEAN FINE SOUTHERN AIR..."

Wow - lots of driving these days. I am almost back in Massachusetts. I am with friends in Lancaster, PA taking a day's rest before once again doing a long drive. This will be one of the longest so I will need to take many breaks to stretch my legs and refocus my eyes and mind.

Picking up where I left off which was... the Florida Panhandle. I drove up through Alabama to Georgia making a point of stopping in Seale. I was hoping to meet Butch Anthony, outsider Junk artist but he was out of town. I did however speak at length with his dad and wander around two of Butch's creation properties. (The bottom photo is his Drive-Thru Museum.)

In Georgia I stayed two nights on a farm with couchsurfing hosts Alan and Lisa. Lisa and I had girl time as she drove me around the area checking out Callaway Gardens and antique shops. Both her and Alan are talented artists. They also are critter loving souls with a couple of pigs, goats, a funny cow and a pond where they are making special floating platforms for the visiting geese to lay their eggs safe from the area predators. What a lovely stay I had there!

Next stop Hendersonville, NC just outside of Asheville. I had long wanted to check out Asheville and I did so on my own. I don't have many photos but Chris (dad) of the Swain Family shot this one before bedtime. He has a couchsurfer photo collection. Every surfer (I think I was #22) enters into a
family portrait. I love this family!

Where next? Blacksburg, VA home of Virginia Tech and temp home of rain. Ok - not so many photos but this one is fun. This is my host Jane and one of her beloved dogs. It isn't easy taking a nap there.

And now I am in Lancaster with friends. So my course on this end of the trip has been drive all day, sleep and take a day to explore then up and do it again. Ya - I am pretty tired yet I am still online today writing this and setting up trail walks for my MEETUP group for when I get back to MA.






Will there be one more post? Yup - but not until I take a breather and unpack on familiar soil.

For now adieu to you.
And another Livingston Taylor song...
Hasta proxima.