Will Hike for Petroglyphs!

Between Christmas and New Year’s, BroJoe headed to Indiana to check on the Indianapolis contingent of the family.  Going from Nags Head to Anyplace USA is quite a haul.  This one was, according to Google, about a 12 1/2 hour drive.

If one stops at Tamarack, a showplace of thousands of one-of-a-kind handcrafted items made by West Virginians, the extra hours added to the journey are well worth it.   Just as the state claims, it truly is  The Best of West Virginia.

Also, since BroJoe’s previous trips to Utah sparked an interest in petroglyphs, when he drove into southern Ohio and saw a directional sign to the Leo Petroglyphs,  he made a U-turn and began his search by hiking what is said to be one of the most beautiful trails in Ohio

Hard to disagree with a scene like this.  
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The petroglyphs in this area are believed to have been made by the Fort Ancient Culture, who lived in the area from about 1000AD to 1650AD.   They’re so much more than simply drawings and they are fascinating in their detail.

Here are two that BroJoe photographed:

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Had not the Ohio Historical Society authenticated these, I’d be wondering whether it was the Pope or the Pillsbury Doughboy who’d passed through the area.

 

 

 

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Beach Cats

Miss Boo, the cat that sleeps through hurricanes, loves beach life, so it is not surprising that she has her own calico surfboard.

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Here we have Mr. Third:

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This is the newest cat in the household.  He can’t manage “grumpy,” but he can certainly do a fabulous “stoic.”  He may be upset about his name.  Perhaps, when they told him that he’d be known as Mr. Third, he didn’t hear the “h.”

Now, on to some catty quotes:

In ancient times, cats were worshipped as gods; they have not forgotten this. – Terry Pratchett

I gave my cats a bath the other day … they love it. He sat there, he enjoyed it, it was fun for me. The fur would stick to my tongue, but other than that…  – Steve Martin

Cats are intended to teach us that not everything in nature has a purpose. ~Garrison Keillor

To err is human, to purr is feline. ~Robert Byrne

Picture this:

The cat was created when the lion sneezed. ~Arabian Proverb

 

 

 

Two Turtle Doves and Tracks

Also called Mourning Doves or Rain Doves, these birds used to be known as Carolina Turtle Doves or Carolina Pigeons.  The most hunted species in North America, with up to 70 million killed each year for food or sport , they are especially vulnerable to predators because they are ground feeders; wildflower and weed seeds or grains, as well as insects and slugs are a part of their diet.  They especially like white millet and cracked corn.  These birds mate for life and nest almost anywhere except dense forests.  They especially like pines trees.  They average five or  six broods (usually two eggs) a year, even more in warmer climates like ours.  Both parents take turns sitting on the nest.  Their young are called squabs.

The name of the mourning dove comes from its melancholic call.

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Sunrise in Nash County, NC turns the tracks gold.

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Neither a wise man nor a brave man lies down on the tracks of history to wait for the train of the future to run over him. 

– – Dwight D. Eisenhower

Meanwhile, Back at the Beach

BroJoe has been texting me the last couple of days, saying he’s the only one on the beach.  That’s probably because it was cold and cloudy and windy and everybody else was home by the fire.   Never mind.  Solitude does allow him to take some beautiful photos.

ImageI love this old sailboat!

Image 2My husband has always wanted a sailboat.  “Hey!”  I texted.  “Take that old boat home for your brother-in-law!”

He sent back this picture:

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Okay, how about those conch shells?  Are those abandoned or is something living inside them?

Image 4 Anybody home…?

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“hark, now hear the sailors cry,
smell the sea, and feel the sky
let your soul & spirit fly, into the mystic…”
― Van Morrison