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ALL OUT

We headed out to Graveyard Fields today expecting a leisurely walk to a nice waterfall. We were sorely mistaken. Literally sorely mistaken.

There are many things we could do and want to, but as she said today, we aren’t in shape enough to do some of them.

The Upper Falls we’re worth the hike, and the soreness, though. We will pay for it over the next couple of days.

Devils Courthouse is tomorrow. We’re pacing ourselves, and we can pick it up on the drive out home. It’s right off the parkway.


Masonic Marker

We decided to take a ride and visit some old haunts the rest of the day.

One of these is the Masonic Marker off the parkway down past Mile High Overlook.

There’s supposedly a Deep Underground Military Base there or D.U.M.B.

A couple of years ago, we saw a military vehicle parked at Mile High overlook one night, and it was still there the following day.

Now you can believe what you want, everywhere else along the Blue Ridge Parkway in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park, the phone service is terrible. Running most of the stuff on this blog this week has had to go through Wi-Fi. I’m lucky I stayed at hotels with great Wi-Fi because there’s not a lot up here.

Out at the Masonic Marker, though, I’m uploading five or six pics for an IG post, checking email and Twitter. Go figure. Maybe they finally got a good signal up here, or maybe there’s a bit of truth to what people talk about.


Cherokee Veterans Park

There are a few places you can feel pride and see pride in the service of others anymore.

One of those is the Cherokee Veterans Park in Cherokee, North Carolina.

I am proud of my service. I am proud of anyone who served in anyone who served with me. No greater sacrifice can a man make than to lay down his life for his brother or sister. And all my sisters in service or who have served this goes for you too.

And then this, but you can feel the pride of the Cherokee people for those who have served. I know this park is all about the Cherokee tribe members, but I feel like they’re glad to have had all of us, and I am thankful for that.

I am very curious about the statue of PFC Charles George. The placement of the statue in the way it faces seems to be symbolic of something. I’m thinking I’m going to contact someone in the Cherokee tribe and find out why it’s placed like it’s placed.

PFC George was a Medal Of Honor recipient. He was killed in action November 1952.


After all that, it was visiting friends here and grabbing coffee, trying to catch the sunset, grabbing dinner.

And she suggested we head to Soco Falls. It’s an impressive little waterfall just off the old route between Cherokee and Maggie Valley. It’s always hard to park there, but we slid right in.

Soco Falls

We’ve had a good couple of days up here together. Trafficβ€˜s been like the crowds haven’t been bad. It’s been pretty much perfect.

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Allons-y

Starting off today’s adventures with a good breakfast at The Mountaineer Restaurant.

And here’s the plan…

Cade’s Cove. She won’t let me escape that. (I secretly enjoy it.)

Look Rock.

Sevierville and Pigeon Forge.

Clingman’s Dome.

“Make the plan. Execute the plan. Expect the plan to go off the rails. Throw away the plan.”

L. Snart
Not a bad view for breakfast.

This did not go as planned.

Cade’s Cove was great. We saw three bears! A full-grown one and two cubs. Along with the various other wildlife we usually run across. Always a good time, especially when she gets so excited.


Look Rock started out odd and we got lost a bit.

We ended up walking on a closed road due to a bad Google review. Apparently they didn’t know where they were in relation to the actual observation platform.

If you know how to read and don’t drive on by the signs, you’re okay. We do know how to read and passed right by this one.

It’s a neat little hike, paved the whole way although it’s got some steep incline throughout. We ain’t in the best of shape so some heavy breathing happened. Not the good kind.

Worth going to at least once. For us anyway.


Pigeon Forge was kind of a bust but we continued on to Sevierville and the Great Smoky Mountain Knife Works.

It’s the world largest knife store and my kind of place.

The 23rd wedding anniversary gift is a silver plate by tradition. We got each other knives and the blades are silver in color. We will take it.


Clingman’s Dome didn’t happen today. We opted for taking the other way home and seeing more of the state. Then dinner at a favorite restaurant.

Today was a good day.

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AWAY

I started the day with the sun to my back which is odd; usually, I’m headed in to work being blinded by it.

Nope. Today we head off to the mountains for a couple of days. I had to take off the trash and get some things sorted before we left.


We spent the better part of our day travelling to where we’re staying.

🎢No particular place to go…

The original plan was to hit Graveyard Fields and hike out to the Upper Falls. But it’s hot and we were tired.

The road takes it out of ya.

Here. Showered. Rested. Time to go out and forage for grub.


We ended up going over the mountain and into Tennessee to find supper. We’ve never been in Gatlinburg in the evening. It was actually kind of pleasant. Not a lot of people, still hot though. Did a little window shopping, stopped by the tobacco store and then took the ride back. Just spending time together.


Mags. Not gonna have it.

Back in the valley and I wanted to do something I’ve never really had the chance to do with the kids, and that’s to get some night shots. She is supportive of my hobbies like photography and this blog. BUT, when it comes to chilly, she would go with me, but she doesn’t wanna.

One of the dippers. Not too shabby from an iPhone.

Back at Route 19 Inn, there are many nostalgic pieces to go with the theme of the place. I’ll add more pics later, but I saw this tonight.

I’m tired now. I’m going to sleep.

Maybe.

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ALONE

Almost twenty-three years ago, I married a gal who just happened to be the love of my life and my best friend all wrapped up in one sweet package.

Thar she be!

To celebrate that union and twenty-six actual years together, we are taking off for the weekend sans kids (and cats) for some much-needed time alone together.

The past year and a half and all the pandemic insanity kept us at home our last anniversary, but now we are venturing back out into the world.

From postcardgems.blogspot

And if you need to find us, you probably won’t be able to, but I’ll narrow it down for you. We will be somewhere along the BRP and in the GSMNP.

We’ve found a couple of new spots and will be visiting old haunts.

The adventure starts tomorrow morning but tonight…

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Friday Knights

I spent the last part of the evening with the band at the school, getting a few videos and pics.

For the first week of band camp and with so many new members, their sound is excellent. Their movement in marching looks excellent as well. I’m not as picky as the band director. πŸ˜‰

I know; it’s his job to be picky. That bronze and silver state medal aren’t hanging there waiting for the gold to join them because he’s easy on them.

I want him to know that they wouldn’t be the band they are without him. He’s the reason there’s a marching band program.


My two.

I’m partial to the the mellophone and percussion sections this year. One child in each.


It has been a long week for all four of us. Eight-hour workdays all around. It’s a good thing for all of us but hard on Sam. He has never had to put in this kind of effort for something like marching band. But he’s enjoying it.

Logan is in her zone. I love seeing her this passionate over something. It’s her thing.

It’s late. I’m tired.

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Pain and Pleasure

I’ve been having continuing trouble with my shoulder and have been voluntarily seeing a physical therapist for it.

Two weeks ago, we were on vacation, and I had to cancel appointments due to that.

Last week I had to cancel appointments due to work. I wasn’t asked to; I stepped up.

Dr. Gindi is an excellent PT. I have to do my part and do the work and he can help me. I have to be there for my appointments.

This morning my shoulder started hurting so bad I nearly threw up. Time to leave work! I called and they moved my appointment from tomorrow to today, and off I went.

I was stretched, decompressed, heated, and adjusted. I feel much better.

That was the pain.


The kids are off at band camp, and we don’t pick them up until 9:00.

So this week, it’s just Mags and me for supper.

Tonight she made a great Shepherds Pie, and I realized it’s one of my favorite things she cooks. I had to add it to my mental list.

It’s simple for her to make, which I like because she doesn’t have to spend a ton of time in the kitchen (don’t worry, ladies, I spend my fair share of time in there.) And it’s delicious and got.

We have an agreement, and so tonight, I’ll do cleanup.

So we sat and ate and watched a favorite show together.

And that was the pleasure.

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The Return

We always post a pic of Mags and the kids at the top of the tower and I think I forgot this year.

In a week and a half, Mags and I will be back in the mountains for our (πšžπšœπšžπšŠπš•πš•πš’ πšŠπš—πš—πšžπšŠπš•) anniversary trip.

We’ll get a few small hikes in and see some new spots. These new spots will be a scouting expedition of sorts for new places to take the kids next time. If it wows us, they might enjoy it.

It’s always fun to be alone with her in the mountains. We aren’t rushed. We can enjoy the time and each other.

I didn’t have much to write tonight, and this is what came out.

Tomorrow starts the new week. Here’s hoping it’s easier than the last one was.

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SAK And A Zip Tie

𝙸 𝚐𝚎𝚝 πš–πš’ πš πš›πš’πšπš’πš—πš πš™πš›πš˜πš–πš™πšπšœ πšπš›πš˜πš– πš πš‘πšŠπš πš‘πšŠπš™πš™πšŽπš—πšœ 𝚝𝚘 πš–πšŽ πšπšŠπš’πš•πš’. πš‚πš˜πš–πšŽ πšŠπš›πšŽ 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 πšœπš˜πš–πšŽ πšŠπš›πšŽ πš˜πš”πšŠπš’. π™Έπš πš’πšœ πš πš‘πšŠπš πš’πš πš’πšœ.


I had a rough start this morning just getting out of bed. My back has been bothering me, and my shoulder started giving me trouble this afternoon. I’m sitting here with coffee and my old friend the TENS unit right now.

I left the house at 7:00 and was on my way to being right on time to work when I took my second major turn, and the truck started shuddering. It didn’t want to pull, and my stomach just sank.

I left on time to be on time. And now, I was late.

We’re getting ready to go on our anniversary weekend trip soon. I do not need to put more money into Bruce right now.

Bruce is my truck. He’s green and temperamental. Marvel fans will get this.

Sometimes you need the right tools to fix a problem. But first, you need to define the problem.

My tool of choice for this situation is the OBDLink MX+. I have had it for a couple of years.

If you ever go to an auto parts store and have them figure out what’s making your check engine light come on, they are using a piece of equipment that does the same thing. This is a simplified version of that equipment that connects to my phone through Bluetooth.

I’ve deciphered more than a few problems with Bruce because of this piece of equipment. Today it was saying that the ignition coil had gone bad. But the ignition coil is only a couple of months old!

It turns out that wasn’t the problem.

It was too early in the morning for something complicated, so we always K.I.S.S.

KISS is an acronym; the letters stand for “Keep it simple, stupid.”.

And simple it was. On the ignition coil is a plug that carries the power to the ignition coil and allows God only knows what to happen in the engine. I can fix stuff on a simple level. I don’t even pretend to understand how the magic happens.

The plug has a small retention clip. This being a twenty-two-year-old truck, that clip had broken. This kept the magic from transferring to the ignition coil, which transforms the magic into something else. I know, pretty technical.


Now, I’m a terrible half mechanic. I don’t always have the right tools with me. My toolbox has work stuff in it. I don’t half mechanic for a living.

What I do, quite effectively, is troubleshoot at life. You can fix most anything just by getting your head to a place where you can think through the problem calmly.

Two fictitious characters from the 80s brought me to this, Hannibal Smith and MacGyver.

Troubleshooting is all about imagination. You have to be able to, and I actually hate this saying, think outside the box.

“Imagination is the most important thing the human mind has.” – MacGyver

I always have three things with me.

1. Duct Tape. Most of life’s problems can be solved by a liberal application of duct tape.

2. A Swiss Army Knife. (Thanks, MacGyver). Incredibly versatile tools that can be found in almost any configuration you want.

3. Zip Ties. I use these a lot at work. Fast and easy to secure a wide variety of things.

The simple fix was to use a zip tie to secure the plug to the ignition coil. Problem solved.

I had called Mags, and Dad had told her he’d come to me when she was dropping off the kids at his house for the day. I told her to have him call our guy with the flatbed before I got my head straight and figured what needed doing.

By the time he’d shown up, I was getting ready to fix it, but since he came, I let him get under the hood. And this was all about respect.

I’ve spent no small part of my life holding the flashlight, getting yelled at while he turned the wrench. But I’ve learned a lot from him. At 72, he’s still a formidable man. Arms like tree trunks and one of the best shade tree mechanics I know. He has forgotten more than I’ll ever learn about an engine.

All of this went down within forty-five minutes. And just like that, I was back on the road.


And that was this morning. It wasn’t the plan, but it was what happened.

A twenty-five-cent zip tie saved me a 150 dollar bill on a flatbed ride.

And at that point, Hannibal Smith steps in.

There’s a plan in everything, kid. And I love it when a plan comes together. – H. Smith

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The Tunnel On The Road To Nowhere

Just a short post tonight, but I give you our adventure through the tunnel on the Road To Nowhere.

It’s over on my IG account because it takes a while to upload with our internet. Sharing the link is so much easier.

Enjoy and explore the internet for more info on this place. It has a deep history.

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The End

Mom and Dad are getting older and have decided to sell their place in the mountains. This has been our vacation place for the past six years.

Logan takes things as they come. It hasn’t bothered her much, although I know in the back of her mind she’ll miss it.

Sam is a bit upset. This is what he has known since he was four. I explained to him that now we’ll widen our travel area. We’ll make it a bigger adventure. And that piqued his interest.

We will still be mountain folk though the beach isn’t for us.

The wife and I aren’t looking forward to the hotel bills. But we’ve already found a small place in the same town that we love (see the post about Route 19 Inn), so you know there are other places out there for us.

Me? I’m wondering where I’m going to get my coffee.

I don’t do coffee shops. You’ll never find me in a Starbucks. I don’t do McCafΓ©s or frappΓ©s.

Nope. I’ve been going to the same gas station getting my coffee for my #CoffeeByTheCreek posts for the last six years.

I’ve made friends with the old fella that runs the place. He remembers me year after year. β€œHello, my friend. It has been two years almost since I saw you last!”

I’ll bet we talked thirty minutes last Friday. I’ll miss that.

So here’s to on down the road, bigger adventures, and new creeks.

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