Another American Adventure: Continuing South to Fernandina Beach (top to bottom!)

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Continuing South to Fernandina Beach (top to bottom!)

Started out in SC. Still somewhat cold, but haven't seen snow at all today. (Had to sleep with my down jacket on last night, though. These southern motels only have thin blankets on the beds). Lots and lots of sunshine today (need to get some sunglasses). We're stopped for the night in Fernandina Beach visiting Jon and Heather. What a neat, neat beach town! Jubilee has traded the snow for the beach! More later ...

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BarbaraJanuary 15, 2011 at 12:03 PM
It is snowing continuously, but lightly here in Montreal. We are expecting an accumulation of a couple of inches. It warms my soul to see the beach scenes. Jube has the best of both worlds!
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beth cioffolettiJanuary 15, 2011 at 4:06 PM
Yep! It was fun seeing the ocean again, for me and Jubilee! It is still cold here, but there is a lot of sunshine.
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"In those first days, people said, a squirrel could run the long length of Pennsylvania without ever touching the ground. In those first days, the woods were white oak and chestnut, hickory, maple, sycamore, walnut, wild ash, wild plum, and white pine. The pine grew on the ridgetops where the mountains' lumpy spines stuck up and their skin was thinnest.

"The wilderness was uncanny, unknown. Benjamin Franklin had already invented his stove in Philadelphia by 1753, and Thomas Jefferson was a schoolboy in Virginia; French soldiers had been living in forts along Lake Erie for two generations. But west of the Alleghenies in western Pennsylvania, there was not even a settlement, not even a cabin. No Indians lived there, or even near there.

"Wild grapevines tangled the treetops and shut out the sun. Few songbirds lived in the deep woods. Bright Carolina parakeets - red, green, and yellow - nested in the dark forest. There were ravens then, too. Woodpeckers rattled the big trees' trunks, ruffed grouse whirred their tail feathers in the fall, and every long once in a while a nervous gang of empty-headed turkeys came hustling and kicking through the leaves - but no one heard any of this, no one at all."

Annie Dillard, An American Childhood.