into the wild
after another short day's drive, jess and i have arrived safely at barbie and al's. but before that, i guess i should update on what has happened over the past few days-
on the home front, they say that power should be restored to algiers in less than two weeks at the latest (this was several days ago, so the time for possible return may be much sooner than two weeks from today.) the mandatory evacuation of orleans parish excludes those areas on the west bank, but they still are not advising people to return as there is low water pressure, and only a few areas have electricity as of yet. also the infrastructure that fuels our consumer lifestyle has not yet made its return. so until the stores open, we are waiting to go back.
the final days in charleston presented many more adventures for the two of us. friday morning, we got up and traveled the ten miles to folly beach where (after stopping to see karl's studio) we watched as the 'jacked up' surf indiscrimately tried to carry out to sea anyone daring enough to brave its waters. in the afternoon, jess and i grabbed some burgers at folly beach's snapperjacks, then met up with laura for a tour of one of the houses her office was renovating. that evening, while the three of us ventured to sullivan island's local watering hole Poe's (named for edgar allen), adrian and kari arrived at la pensionne smith/truesdale and took over the master suite recently vacated by our party. laura was gracious enough to allow us to stay at her apartment for the weekend so we could catch up with them and attend hal's play (which was a magnificent production of 'spinning into butter').
prior to the play on saturday, jess, laura, and i spent another day at the beach, followed by a fanciful dinner at cru cafe where we enjoyed such entrees as praline encrusted grouper on a bed of wasabi mashed potatoes, pork loin, and seafood risotto. sadly, the dessert had to be enjoyed in the car on the way to the play as were running later. as i said earlier, the play was magnificent. post drama, we drove out to james island to the cast party as hal's special guests.
sunday, we took it easy, caught a late brunch at vacary's, then stretched out on the couch to enjoy a days worth of watching tv prior to heading to hal and karl's for a small dinner party. once again hal's menu was in rare form: fresh handmade ravioli in a sauce (i know bacon was involved), followed by pork loin (with a cherry sauce i believe), sweet potatoes, and mixed vegetables. dessert, red velvet cake with white chocolate icing, followed a good hour of digesting.
today, we woke up and hit the road after saying farewell to A, kari,and the charlestonians. and here we are are, several miles outside of bryson city, nc--six miles up a windy mountain road, in a beautiful log cabin with a most amazing view of the mountains and lake fontana, a little sleepy, fat on stir fry and ice cream, at peace beneath a crystal sky, fractured with stars, listening to the locust and crickets. tomorrow will probably hold a day of convening with nature and the water, as it should be.
on the home front, they say that power should be restored to algiers in less than two weeks at the latest (this was several days ago, so the time for possible return may be much sooner than two weeks from today.) the mandatory evacuation of orleans parish excludes those areas on the west bank, but they still are not advising people to return as there is low water pressure, and only a few areas have electricity as of yet. also the infrastructure that fuels our consumer lifestyle has not yet made its return. so until the stores open, we are waiting to go back.
the final days in charleston presented many more adventures for the two of us. friday morning, we got up and traveled the ten miles to folly beach where (after stopping to see karl's studio) we watched as the 'jacked up' surf indiscrimately tried to carry out to sea anyone daring enough to brave its waters. in the afternoon, jess and i grabbed some burgers at folly beach's snapperjacks, then met up with laura for a tour of one of the houses her office was renovating. that evening, while the three of us ventured to sullivan island's local watering hole Poe's (named for edgar allen), adrian and kari arrived at la pensionne smith/truesdale and took over the master suite recently vacated by our party. laura was gracious enough to allow us to stay at her apartment for the weekend so we could catch up with them and attend hal's play (which was a magnificent production of 'spinning into butter').
prior to the play on saturday, jess, laura, and i spent another day at the beach, followed by a fanciful dinner at cru cafe where we enjoyed such entrees as praline encrusted grouper on a bed of wasabi mashed potatoes, pork loin, and seafood risotto. sadly, the dessert had to be enjoyed in the car on the way to the play as were running later. as i said earlier, the play was magnificent. post drama, we drove out to james island to the cast party as hal's special guests.
sunday, we took it easy, caught a late brunch at vacary's, then stretched out on the couch to enjoy a days worth of watching tv prior to heading to hal and karl's for a small dinner party. once again hal's menu was in rare form: fresh handmade ravioli in a sauce (i know bacon was involved), followed by pork loin (with a cherry sauce i believe), sweet potatoes, and mixed vegetables. dessert, red velvet cake with white chocolate icing, followed a good hour of digesting.
today, we woke up and hit the road after saying farewell to A, kari,and the charlestonians. and here we are are, several miles outside of bryson city, nc--six miles up a windy mountain road, in a beautiful log cabin with a most amazing view of the mountains and lake fontana, a little sleepy, fat on stir fry and ice cream, at peace beneath a crystal sky, fractured with stars, listening to the locust and crickets. tomorrow will probably hold a day of convening with nature and the water, as it should be.
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