Creeping Along the Virginia Creeper

Regular readers of this blog (both of you) should be aware of my latest walking goal: section hiking all 34 miles of the Virginia Creeper Trail. Yesterday, we checked off another 3.5 mile section.

We parked at Alvarado and walked back to mile marker 5 (where we stopped last time, coming from Watauga). The Alvarado station is almost exactly halfway between mile markers 8 and 9.

We crossed the South Holston trestle over the "confluence" (love that word) of the middle and south forks of the Holston (very cool). We walked across some beautiful countryside, and through sections that had been blasted out of rocks. There was very little traffic on the trail yesterday, and despite being a little chilly in the shade, the weather was perfect.

I didn't take the camera, mostly because we walked the longest distance we have walked so far and I didn't want to slow us down, and because we carried a pack with water and snacks, and I didn't want to add any more weight than we had to. There is a bench and a really flat rock just past mile marker 5, so we stopped there for a snack.

On the return trip the boys decided to time themselves running for a full mile, so they ran from mile marker 7 to mile marker 8 (in eight minutes, in case you were wondering).

We left at 10:40 and were back at 1:10. We drove to Bristol and ate pizza at the Mad Greek. It was a really, really good day.

If you're keeping score at home, we've covered points 8 to 6 on the map below (since we've always done a "there and back" walk, we've actually covered it twice.) For our next trick, we may take two cars, park one at Alvarado and the other at Damascus, then walk straight through (about 8 miles).

What I'm Reading Now

Fast Food Nation, by Eric Schlosser.



The Food of a Younger Land, by Mark Kurlanksy.



Drood, by Dan Simmons.

I try to never read two books at a time. I have a hard time switching gears, and I usually get bogged down and can't finish either one. So why then, am I now reading THREE books at one time? I really can't say.

First up: Fast Food Nation. Mark has been wanting me to read this one for a while now. It's all about the fast food industry in America, how we influenced it, and how it influences us. Right now, we're learning all about the corporate side of McD's. Interesting stuff.

Next: The Food of a Younger Land. Mark surprised me with this one for my birthday. Apparently, FDR's WPA had a division called the Federal Writer's Project. Out-of-work writers were put to work for the government writing essays for a book called America Eats. They were to write about the food in their hometown (or home region) - what made it unique and different. All essays were due for compilation by Thanksgiving, 1941. Most of them were late, and slowly trickled in during and after the holiday. And then there was this attack on Pearl Harbor and all those out-of-work writers weren't out of work anymore. America Eats died before it ever got started. Until Kurlanksy found out about it, and compiled all of the essays he could find from the America Eats project and turned them into The Food of a Younger Land. I've spot-read a little, and am now starting at the beginning. I've learned about auto mats and drug store soda fountains, how maple syrup is made and what famous dishes got their start in New York City hotels, and I've even learned that President Taft attended a Pee Dee Fish Stew in Florence, SC in 1909. The writing is a little dated, but it's been interesting thus far.

Finally: Drood. The only fiction book in the pile. Or is it? (just kidding - it is.) The narrator is Wilkie Collins (he was a real guy, but it's still fiction), fellow writer and friend to one Charles Dickens. Collins is telling us the story told to him by Dickens about a man (?) named Drood whom Dickens met the night of a terrible accident. Meeting Drood takes Dickens on a dark journey and ultimately leads to the writing of The Mystery of Edwin Drood, Dickens's famous mystery (fiction, or is it?). Good so far, but I haven't had too much time to dive into it (what with the other two books and all).

Wish me luck getting through these. I also got two new food magazines in the mail, so the reading is starting to pile up!

Can You See Us?

We're near the back.

And Guess What We Did Today?

I didn't take the camera, so we'll just have to go with the promotional flyer. For the first time ever, the four of us participated in the annual 5K Turkey Trot in downtown JC. You can run it or walk it (we walked it). It started at 8:30, and it was chilly, but once we started moving, the weather was perfect - I didn't even break a sweat!! We all managed to stay together, and we all had great spirits. Ben and I finished in 53:40. Mark and DP sprinted to the finish and beat our time by 15 seconds or so. We saw lots of friends and teachers - lot of people even dressed up - we saw Pilgrims, Indians, Turkeys, and even an Elf! It was a really cool way to start the holiday. It made me thankful for good health, for family and friends. We even talked about running it next year (we'll see :).

Happy Thanksgiving everybody!!

Note: No turkeys were harmed in the completion of this race.

Guess What We Did Today?

And this year's ornaments.....

For Mark:

For me:

For Daniel:

For Ben:

And from our 2009 travels:

It's only a month away!!

What a Difference a Year Makes

I was perusing through some older blog posts, and I happened upon this pic, taken in early November, 2008:


It immediately reminded me of this pic, taken in early November 2009:


Granted, I'm all hunkered over in the first one, but it looks like Ben was probably just passing the top of my shoulder. I'm not hunkered over at all in the second one, and he's almost a full head over my shoulder. There's 40 pounds less of me in the second picture, which is also a nice change. And finally, I may just have to have that camera bag surgically removed from my right shoulder.

Saturday on the Creeper Trail

I've spent the last six months counting steps (1.2 million total). When the contest was over, I found myself sort of lost without a walking goal. I'm still walking everyday, but I'm looking for ways to make it interesting.

One thing I've decided to do is walk the entire Creeper Trail (34 miles total). Not all at once, mind you, but in sections. Mark and I walked from the trail head to the 2.5 mile point a few weeks back. Today, we took the boys and drove to Watauga. We walked west to the 2.5 mile point, and back (Daniel rode his bike for this leg). Then we walked east to the 5 mile marker and back again - about five miles in all.

It was sunny and 70 degrees. The leaves were off the trees, but it was still a spectacular day.

It was a good day. Before next October, I hope to knock out the next 29 miles. (I'm giving myself a year because some sections are going to be logistically difficult to pull off). Maybe I'll get it done sooner. Wish me luck!

Puttin' the Old Back in Old Navy

Mark and I went out at lunch today to shop for jeans. I’m happy to say we both have a closet full of jeans that are too big. But I digress….

Mark had mentioned in his team meeting today that he needed jeans. He was immediately referred to Old Navy. “But we usually order from Land’s End….” He was scorned for paying too much for his jeans. (Let me jump in here and say that I don’t know where this is coming from, as I usually only pay $29.50 for jeans from Land’s End and frequently buy them on sale for even less, but here I go digressing again…..) He was assured that not only does Old Navy have great jeans, but they are on sale right now as well. So we set off…

We arrived at the store and immediately went to our respective departments. I found the ladies jeans and was overwhelmed by the selection. Boot cut, low rise, high rise, tall, short, relaxed, skinny. I could choose from “Weekend” jeans, “Diva” jeans, “Sweetheart” jeans, “Dreamer” jeans, and “Flirt” jeans. When I got to the “Flirt” jeans, I knew I was in the wrong store.

I made my way back to the exit and found Mark waiting for me. I said: “I think I’m too old to shop in this store.” He said: “I know what you mean.” I didn’t even ask what names he had to choose from.

We went out for coffee and went back to work. Sometimes, you feel old and it’s not a good thing. But other times, you feel old, and you’re completely OK with it. Today was one of those “OK with it” kind of days.

More Time Travel

It happened again. Only this time, on purpose.

Mark and I celebrated our 15th wedding anniversary this past week. Our big gift to each other was a trip to Boston this summer. But since anniversaries that are divisible by five seem to be a bigger milestone, we also exchanged small gifts. Which can sometimes be the best kind.

One of the small gifts Mark got me was Hootie and the Blowfish's Cracked Rear View. Why? We aren't big Hootie fans. But in our world, Cracked Rear View was the soundtrack to the fall of 1994 - the year our little Malone family was born.

October 29, 1994. UT played USC that day. UT won. (We still live in Tennessee, so it looks like Tennessee is still winning.) Some idiot fired shots at the White House that day, which prompted them to close off Pennsylvania Avenue (in case you're ever on Jeopardy and need to know the date of that change.) Susan Smith had not yet been found out - that story was all the news on the drive down (and the drive back a week later, coincidentally, but for different reasons.)

Right after the wedding, we took a cruise. We had assigned dinner-mates - two other couples. One couple had been married for a while (the wife was a guard in maximum security prison - delightful) and the other couple was also newlyweds (we never figured out what the husband's name was - after the third "What was that? Say again?" it became awkward and we let it go - to this day, we refer to him as "Haaaayyyyyrrrrnnnngggg".) We didn't spend much time at dinner.

While we were honeymooning, a construction crew broke ground on our house. The one I'm sitting and typing in right now. We spent most of that fall and winter completely broke and smelling like wood and stain (two parts cherry, one part mahogany - the magical mixture). To this day, the smell of a can of minwax transports me right back to 1994.

Peyton Manning was a freshman that year. Mark and I went to one game - it was Parents Day and Archie Manning was down on the field with him. Now that he is THE Peyton Manning, I like to remember that at one time, he was just a kid playing football who wanted his dad to come be with him on Parent's Day. Makes him seem more like me. Except that I'm a girl, and I never played football. But you get my meaning.

We lived in a tiny two-room apartment. It was perfect for newlyweds. For about six months. Which was all the time we stayed there, so it was OK.

For Christmas that year, in lieu of gifts, we exchanged Christmas tree ornaments. Mark got me "Our First Christmas Together" and I got him the first in a series of commemorative baseball greats (The Bambino). We still exchange ornaments every year - the boys are now included - it's one of my favorite parts of the season. We now have so many specialty ornaments that we don't have room for the cheapo colored balls we bought that year to fill out the tree. No great loss.

I turned 24 a month after the wedding. Mark bought me an engraved jewelry box with my new initials. I still have it. It's now full of pictures, baby teeth, and cub scout badges. (I never was much of a jewelry person.) And I still love it.

And while all this was happening, Hootie and the Blowfish was playing in the background. Hold My Hand, Time, Hannah Jane - they all remind me what it was like to be young and newly married and completely clueless. But happy. Very, very happy.

And 15 years later, I'm still happy. Very, very happy.