Peace, cold, and quiet after the storm subsided Sunday.
Days 8 and 9 were filled with traveling. A little late, but here they are.
Day 8: Adios Appalachia
Day 9: Home Sweet CoMo
* It no longer looks this colorful around here. Nevertheless the sentiment remains.
Today was craft day at Dancing Bear. We stayed in our pajamas and crafted all morning.
Then we enjoyed one last mountain sunset the best way we know how.
Watching from the hot tub.
I have so many reasons to be thankful today. Aside from the obvious family, friends, food and a roof over my head, I am thankful for the fresh fall air I am breathing, for a healthy body that let me run up a mountain this morning, for the constant affection and companionship of a dog, and the technology that let me wish my best friends on other continents a very happy Thanksgiving this morning.
Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays – family, cooking, eating and food-a-plenty to photograph. Can’t really go wrong with that combination.
The four of us girls were busy yesterday and today preparing dishes for this evening’s feast. I put myself in charge of my favorite sweet potato casserole. Yum.
But now, for my favorite part. Photo documentation. Drooling permitted.
Anxiously waiting for a scrap to fall…
I woke up this morning to the wind howling at the window next to my bed.
And this view:
Not too shabby.
Due to yesterday’s travel dilemmas, day 4 posting was delayed.
But here it is.
And if I can borrow the title of Lil Wayne’s latest mix tape – sorry for the wait.
Started the gray, drizzly morning in Des Moines with a run.
Then off to the airport for a delayed flight, a missed flight and another delayed flight. Followed by a dark, rainy, EXTREMELY foggy, two-hour climb into the mountains, all the while keeping our eyes peeled for any signs of the Appalachian T-Rex. (Don’t worry. No sightings.)
We arrived at midnight and all breathed a sigh of relief. Followed quickly by a deep, cleansing inhale of crisp mountain air — and then bed.