Icy Jaws and an Amusing Sign

Because temperatures were in the teens at night, ice formed near the little stream close to our house. I thought the ice looked like jaws. We walk over the stream most days, and I always look at it. In a dry summer, the stream is reduced to a trickle. Thanks to plenty of rain this season, it is flowing well.

David expressed interest in walking around Biltmore Village. George Vanderbilt built a church and homes for his workers outside the gates of his vast estate. Most of the houses have been turned into shops, offices, and restaurants. Our favorite was the Christmas shop, where a lively young lady welcomed us as we entered. She said Merry Christmas as if it were Christmas Eve.

We ate lunch at the Corner Kitchen. The house was built about 1895 and has an interesting layout now. The open kitchen is in the original part of the house. We walked by it going to the addition, which houses the main dining room and bar. David and I went upstairs together to the restrooms. The first one was off the landing, and it had a sign that said a second restroom was up a few more stairs and around the corner. I laughed at the sign and had to have a photo as a souvenir. It says, “The Other Restroom.”

David’s Days Off

Although David’s first day off this week was cold and wet, we wanted to go to Sunburst Falls. We suspected the water flow would be greater than usual, because of rain a few hours before. We were correct. In addition, there was a lot of ice covering the fast-moving water. We took photos in the snowy rain and ran back to the car, where John was waiting for us with the heater on.

David’s choice was to wander around Biltmore Village that afternoon. We were driving down the mountain from the waterfall when Burger King called. They were busy and needed help. We were happy to postpone our outing so that he could work extra hours.

The next day David was researching a place for us to have lunch. Among the restaurant listings was his Burger King. Have you ever wondered how recent an on-line restaurant photo is? He was surprised that the picture showed his last general manager and a customer that he recognized. The photo must have been between six months and two years old.

We decided to go to Bogart’s, a favorite we hadn’t been to in a while. On the way home, we stopped by Jonathan Creek to see how high the water was. I took a photo of David and the creek to show John, who had gone to Tennessee to work on train tracks. The rocks that we use for judging the height of the water were all submerged.

David looking at high water at Jonathan Creek

This morning I walked to the creek by myself. I saw nothing unusual until I looked at the mountains near the ski area. There was a band of rime ice that did not cover the peaks. Rime ice is formed when there are fog, wind, and freezing temperatures. The frozen fog has a lot of air in it, so the ice appears white rather than transparent. Today the peaks were not covered, something I had not seen before. Evidently, the conditions were perfect for rime ice in that lower band but not higher up. David was interested in seeing the picture before he went to work. We are still fascinated by this white ice that we never saw in New York.

Sweater’s Dry Storage

Temperatures rose, and we lightened our layers for walking. I still had one layer too many. Normally I would have hung my sweater on Connie’s and Marla’s post, but the 5% chance of rain was hitting my face. Hanging was not the driest option. I hoped my neighbors wouldn’t put outgoing mail in their box, as I pushed the sweater inside and told it to behave itself.

When we came back, we saw Marla and Albert disappearing into their house. The sweater was retrieved, and a quiet adventure in the mountains came to its end.

Playing Peek-a-Boo with the Sun

I walk before sunrise for two reasons. I don’t want to bother with a sunscreen lotion, and I need to move before my body has time to wake up and protest. This morning, after climbing the steep hill, we were walking toward the sun as it peeked over the eastern mountain. It was similar to the shot of the moon I took 25 hours before, as the moon set in the west – two celestial orbs, one coming and one going.

After I took the photo, we walked at our usual pace. That had the effect of making the sun disappear behind the mountain again, as we walked closer to the base. The sun remained un-risen until we turned into our street. Did time stand still in those moments? Not that I could tell. We were just playing Peek-a-Boo with the sun.

In Cold Blood

Cold-blooded as he is, grandson David went outside to look at the eclipse of the moon. It was billed as a super blood wolf moon. It had started, but he didn’t see the total eclipse or the reddish hue that came later. We would have missed this if neighbor Marla had not posted a picture of the super moon from her house earlier in the evening. I saw the moon about to set when I got up the next morning. The camera caught it as it waved goodbye behind the mountain.

Cold was the name of the game. It was 9F (-12.8C) when we walked and 8F (-13.3) when we got back from the creek. When we chatted with Marla, walking Albert, John said, “I’ll bet Logan (8) won’t be wearing shorts today.” In a few minutes we would find it was worse than that.

When we reached our driveway, we heard Logan on his porch. The boy ran out in his pajamas, put food in the cat’s bowl, and stopped to pet the cat. We called out to hurry because of the extreme cold, and we could hear his bare feet slapping the boards as he ran back to the front door. We don’t need any official contest to know we have an Iron Boy living across the street.

Nathaniel’s 41-hour Visit

Grandson Nathaniel had a long weekend off from college, but he needed to get back early for his work-study job. We crammed a lot of visiting into the 41 hours that he was here.

We were given a marvelous gift from blogger Linda – a jigsaw puzzle made from December photos from my blog. What fun it was! We talked as we put pieces in. Even John found a few pieces, and he is known for never finding any.

Nathaniel and David working the jigsaw puzzle

As usual, we tended to do most of our talking around the dinner table. David had to work both days Nathaniel was here. We all had breakfast together, and later we sat with David as he ate dinner when he came home. Both days we wandered around consignment shops with Nathaniel. He loves looking at vintage wares and often finds marvelous treasures. This time he bought nothing, and John and I brought home seven little items. Four were Christmas-themed, marked down after the holidays.

Before the three fellows set off to take Nathaniel back (a five-hour round trip), I asked them to pose with the puzzle. Any excuse for a photo! I’ve always longed for a Christmas puzzle to work in December, and now we have it. I predict this will be an annual event that we will look forward to.

Egg-splosion

I took a photo in the kitchen, intending to use it to thank Chris and Steve who had given me a marvelous apple whomper several years ago. This gadget cores an apple and cuts it into wedges. The unusual part of it is a hinged bottom that pushes the apple all the way through the cutting edges. Because it works like a charm and we eat apples often, it was sitting on the counter. I was about to put three eggs on the counter for our breakfast, and I had the brilliant idea of keeping them contained on the apple gadget. It worked like a charm. The eggs made no attempt to escape, and we had a happy breakfast.

Fast forward to lunchtime. Instead of using the method that worked before, I put one egg on the counter and thought it was secure. I had never had an egg roll off the counter and didn’t expect it to happen then. As I put the egg carton in the refrigerator, I heard a splat on the floor behind me.

That renegade egg sought freedom in a desperate way and is probably now cavorting with Humpty Dumpty. There were no king’s horses or king’s men at hand, so Mistress Mehrling stooped to the lowly job of cleaning a large egg off the floor. She will publicly thank the apple whomper for its service and reward it with a permanent home on the counter if it agrees to be the egg corral from this day forward.

I Found the Nth Degree!

It was 29F (-1.7C) when we walked yesterday. Neighbor Marla said, “You won’t be leaving anything on my post today.”

She was right. We were wearing our usual layers, and we were comfortable. My windbreaker stayed on and zipped, not hanging on her mailbox post to be picked up on my way home.

One day later was a different story. It was 28F (-2.2C). After chatting with Marla, Bob, and Logan, I was chilled on the edges. Fingers, toes, and ears were reporting in negatively near the creek. John whipped a knit hat out of his pocket and added it on top of the lovely hat friend Karen knit for me. I was no longer making a fashion statement, but my ears had thawed by the time we got home.

I’ve decided the Nth degree must be 28F, as defined by my numb ears.

Dark hat covers my multi-colored favorite.

Karen’s hat might say it was over the top.

Hilarity on Qualla Road

The temperature was just below freezing, but it looked a lot colder than that. Rime ice formed on the trees at higher elevations, creating very wintry scenes.

John and I were on the way back from the creek, walking at a good pace before we got to the steep part of Qualla Road. A woman, who was about 40 years old, rolled down the window of her car. We all burst into laughter when she called out, “I want to be like you when I grow up!”

We had no instant reply, but her smiling face and amusing statement made our day.

One-eyed Walking

It was 18 F (-7.8 C) when we went walking this morning. I knew to wear a sweater and my winter coat, since that was comfortable yesterday when the temperature was 22 F (-5.6 C). I was still in sneakers, while John switched to his work boots. I suppose I was generating heat, and that’s why the left lens of my glasses fogged up. On a normal day I have a hard enough time seeing the ground with trifocals, so navigating today was a little harder. The lens cleared up when I stood at the creek.

There was a bit of excitement in the pasture today. As we sat down to eat, John noticed horse DW lift his head and stand in an alert pose. DW watched something intently, then trotted to the fence. Soon a horse approached the fence on the other side. Vixen joined them as a second horse arrived. All four have stayed close to the fence, watching each other as they graze. We tend to look for the animals as we sit down to eat, and they often keep us entertained.

After lunch I went outside to take a photo for neighbor Joyce, who gets as much pleasure from watching the horses as we do. She interrupted her work day to look at it and text me back. I was surprised at how warm it felt outside in the sun. I had gone out without a sweater and looked at the thermometer when I came in. It was 39 F (-3.9 C). Joyce said we are the toughest older people she knows. I was glad she didn’t say foolhardy.