A good ride.
“If you do not expect the unexpected you will not find it, for it is not to be reached by search or trail.” ―Heraclitus
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| A beautiful VA trail ride... |
My time in Winchester is drawing to a close. It has been an incredible first stop. As I started this journey, I felt like a large part of it would involve getting out West. And I do think it will―eventually. But my next stop is Bainbridge, Georgia. A little unexpected, yes.
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| A rather large pumpkin! |
Bainbridge should serve me some excellent Winter weather for a motorhome. It happens to be the Large Mouth Bass fishing capital of the world. Not surprisingly, my Father has already planned a trip to come visit. I have a feeling I will see him a good bit and I would love that. There are sure to be good hunting and fishing opportunities―Bainbridge is very near Thomasville, GA (which is known to be a hotbed for Quail hunting)―and I am excited to say that the nearby Red Hill Polo Club in Tallahassee, FL should be a good place for me to continue my new Polo habit.
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| A beautiful farm house I pass regularly...did not want to forget this view! |
The change that’s coming up in my life will thrust me into the unknown again: new people, new town, new job setting (not home health this time, but a combo position of hospital, out-patient, and skilled care work―a lot like my old job in Charleston). Despite the many nods my way of “Oh, you are so lucky to be able to do what you’re doing” I know everyone can relate to the hard part of uprooting every time I move. At least living in Fran (the motorhome) cuts down on the stress significantly in that I don’t have to pack! The sad part for me is that I have made some really good friends here. I love Virginia. I will really miss the Polo, the mountains, the festivals, the rivers, the fishing, the arts, the smell of wood burning stoves, the hot cider, the trial rides, long walks with Duke, and the life I have lived here. Virginia has given me her best―and I won’t forget her. It was unexpected how much I fell in-love with her.
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| "The trail" of life winding on down the road... |
But as Buffalo Bill said, “I could never resist the call of the trail.” And my journey does not stop here. Soon it will be time to shout, “Giddy-up Old Fran!” Time to hit the trail once more.
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| Duke riding in the truck while I work...He's always ready to "hit the trail!" |
