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Our hosta garden…

Home again! After a delightful visit with my mom, great meet-ups with friends along the way, and exploring a few new-to-us sections of the Atlantic coast, we’re back in Vermont.

We made a decision not to plan an epic adventure trip for this summer – we felt there was still too much uncertainty about the virus – and this short trip confirmed that decision. Although the threat from the virus is waning, it’s not over and collateral effects continue. The border with Canada is still closed. Several museums, visitor centers and other attractions we’d hoped to visit were also closed – many because they did not have enough staff to operate.

We’re happy to spend another summer in Vermont, which is nearly back to normal. We really appreciate the beauty, pace of life and outdoor activities here, and we love spending more time with our friends.

Simsbury, CT

Doug, Sue, Mark, Linda

It’s funny how when we’re leaving for or returning from a trip, we’re a bit excited and tend to have long first and last days on the road. As a result, we don’t often stop to visit friends inside about a 4-hour driving radius from our home. That means a visit to Mark and Linda in Simsbury had become long overdue (though it’s not like we haven’t seen them at all – two of our meet-ups in the past 5 years have been on intersecting RV trips: one in Memphis, TN and another in Page, AZ).

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The Outer Banks

An invitation to explore…

We’d never been to the Outer Banks. What are these things? What’s out there? They are a chain of long, thin islands shielding the coast of North Carolina, although they’re not normal islands. They’re more like sand dunes, evolving by the minute from the wind, tides and waves, and slowly shifting the Outer Banks south and west over time. They’re long, over 100 miles (the inlets between the islands close up and form anew in different places with time and the storms), and quite narrow, from a few hundred feet to 3 miles wide, and they are low, with an average elevation of 12 feet above sea level.

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Beaufort, NC

Walker

There is in this blog another post with a very similar opening photo to this one. In that post, we introduced our readers to Walker, who lives with our friends Hope and Carlos in Beaufort, NC. But the photo above is recent, and Walker is almost five years older here than in the previous photo, and don’t we all wish we could have aged as well as he!

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Murrells Inlet, SC

My cousin, Sam (aka Cecile), is 17 years older than I am. She got married and moved away about the time I was learning to walk. Like her sister Jeanette, we didn’t really get to know each other back then. (I did get to know their older sister, Helen, who stayed nearby.) Sam moved back to our home town just months before I headed off to college and I met her once. Since then, we’ve met each other mostly at funerals. We vowed that we would connect sometime simply for fun. That time finally happened.

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Myrtle Beach, SC

Dorothea Taylor is one of my favorite instructors at Drumeo, my favorite online drum education program and drumming community. She’s relatively new to Drumeo, having joined the instructor team about 2 years ago. However, she’s not new to drumming, nor music education – she’s been playing for 56 years and working with students for almost as long! Dorothea preaches the benefits of using rudiments (think marching bands – yup, she started out in a drumline) on the drum kit – and rudiments are what I most need to learn to take my drumming to the next level. Her no-nonsense, disciplined teaching style resonates with my learning style.

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Monroe, NC

Doug, Sue, Maurette, Lloyd

My friend Lloyd has only ever sold one guitar, and I bought it. We met online through the Blues Guitar Unleashed forum, which we were both using in our quests to become the amazingly excellent blues guitar players we are today. Since that seminal transaction, we’ve gotten to know each other pretty well through our online interactions. We have met in person once or twice, and we have tried and failed to meet in person at least one other time. This time, it was relatively simple for Sue and me to adjust our northbound route between Florida and Vermont to include Monroe, NC, which (not coincidentally) is where Lloyd and his wife Maurette have chosen to make their home.

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Sumter, NC

One of the things we do for kicks when needed while we’re traveling is to google ‘organic food near me.’ It’s a great way to find little natural food stores and it takes us to places we might not otherwise have visited, usually with good results. At other times, outstanding results…

We found a little natural food store in Sumpter, SC. We arrived about 30 minutes before it opened. Not a problem as the map indicated a park nearby – the Swan Lake ~ Iris Park. Wow.

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Visit with Mom

Shortly after she and my dad moved south (almost 30 years ago), my mom announced that, despite her having lived all her life in New Hampshire, Florida was now definitely her home and she would never even consider moving back to New England. Of course, the rest of our family remains in New England. However, with regular calls and in-person visits a few times a year we’re able to stay sufficiently close. The motorhome turns out to be a perfect tool for the job…

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Jabs and jams, part 1.5

This time, it was a cosmic, serendipitous, path crossing of two Drumeos

During an online conversation about drumming, fellow Drumeo member Shawna (aka Music Dragon) mentioned she was heading out on a road trip. I perked right up and asked about the trip. Numerous online conversations later, she mentioned that although she lives in North Carolina, Shawna was starting her road trip from her mom’s place in Florida. Florida? Where? Satellite Beach, about 5 miles from where my mom lives… And, she’d be in town for 2 weeks – overlapping with our stay. Gotta meet up!

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