tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796960161183320830.post6416436763122864511..comments2024-03-15T09:29:02.240-04:00Comments on Recollections of a Vagabonde: A foray in a northwest Georgia wilderness areaVagabondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10774109692564954568noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796960161183320830.post-70567482641319972892019-03-18T12:57:12.876-04:002019-03-18T12:57:12.876-04:00Well done! And well described and photographed. We...Well done! And well described and photographed. We have similar areas here in western NC. White-knuckle driving, indeed!Vicki Lanehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08114677510459055768noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796960161183320830.post-19216643229023540562019-03-17T20:55:50.896-04:002019-03-17T20:55:50.896-04:00You were near where my husband grew up in north we...You were near where my husband grew up in north west Georgia. I would have been filled with anxiety if I had been alone on that road where you had to cross a river and had no map to show where you needed to turn. I am amazed that the DOT would send you on such a hazardous detour.<br />My husband and I always took side roads in our jeep and had some great adventures and he took wonderful photos. Your post was like reading an adventure story holding my attention right up until the end. Love the foggy photos and the mountain roads. Some would make wonderful book covers for poetry.Glenda Beallhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17953170428175025248noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796960161183320830.post-45637442033031041832019-03-14T07:59:44.311-04:002019-03-14T07:59:44.311-04:00You were very brave travelling those quiet country...You were very brave travelling those quiet country roads though the fog all by yourself. Was there cell phone connection available in case you got into trouble? I think I might have been panicking, but panicking doesn't get you where you want to go does it???Shammickitehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11969803866899076638noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796960161183320830.post-71577642575133173452019-03-11T19:34:51.517-04:002019-03-11T19:34:51.517-04:00Wow... you visited the cemeteries too. Cemeteries ...Wow... you visited the cemeteries too. Cemeteries give a good history of a place.Haddockhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11573906991666088642noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796960161183320830.post-42458297419507709082019-03-11T19:33:44.331-04:002019-03-11T19:33:44.331-04:00What a journey, WOW! The photos are amazing! What ...What a journey, WOW! The photos are amazing! What an adventure! Big Hugs! Magic Love Crowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14133368208464734546noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796960161183320830.post-50488158252742374552019-03-10T13:17:36.389-04:002019-03-10T13:17:36.389-04:00Dear Vagabonde, first, I'd like to apologize f...Dear Vagabonde, first, I'd like to apologize for taking so many weeks to come to your blog now that you are back blogging. I was sick for nearly six weeks--all through January and into mid-February. Then I tried to do too much too soon and had a relapse. So all I've done since then is a couple of postings and a little blog reading, which explains why I'm so late in finding your postings again---posting I always enjoy because you take me with you on your travels and you teach me so much about life beyond my home, which, since I no longer drive, has become sort of a hermitage. <br /><br />As to the adventure you recount for us in this posting, I find myself in deep admiration of your fortitude! Back in 2009 when I moved from Minnesota to Missouri I had to do a detour in southern Minnesota and got totally lost. The day was sunny, with no fog or rain or snow or anything except my inability to figure out what roads led south! In the front seat with me was Eliza--the long-haired gray cat who'd been my companion for 20 years. It was summer and the heat bore down and the air-conditioner didn't work in the car and I was so concerned that she would have heat stroke. She was panting and I almost began to cry because I couldn't find the way back to the freeway (I-35 going south). <br /><br />Finally, of course, I did and Eliza and I stopped at the nearest rest stop--beneath a tree that shadowed the parking lot. There we both rested. If you'd been along, I tend to think we'd have found that freeway a lot faster! <br /><br />It's so good to have you back! Peace. Deehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00612299013780771262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796960161183320830.post-22861717245626540422019-03-08T01:52:03.243-05:002019-03-08T01:52:03.243-05:00Enjoyed reading this account and your photos. Qui...Enjoyed reading this account and your photos. Quite an adventurous trip. My husband and I enjoyed such drives. One time we found ourselves on what we finally figured out was a fire break road in Taos, N.M. — became rough. rugged, no way to go back. We were lucky we had no car problems. Another time in Arizona we discovered we were traveling a wash and storm clouds were building, but we were able to get back to a main Hwy before rain came. In both instances we weren’t wise taking those drives. I’ve no longer.taken lengthy drives when I’m alone and haven’t encountered anyone who enjoys such trips, regretably, to accompany me. Joaredhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03155775053108104385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796960161183320830.post-41433899656047986922019-03-07T17:43:37.240-05:002019-03-07T17:43:37.240-05:00Hello my dear friend,
Just stopping by to know how...Hello my dear friend,<br />Just stopping by to know how are you.<br />Your posts are always wonderful!<br />Sending big hugs and Love,<br />Sonia.sonia a. mascarohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02415359150944729620noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796960161183320830.post-30918561069645876622019-03-06T16:05:07.544-05:002019-03-06T16:05:07.544-05:00Good grief, this sounds like a terrible drive! I ...Good grief, this sounds like a terrible drive! I would have been in pieces after it. THe photo of the thick fog with visibility down to almost zero was bad enough just on its own.Of course, as you suggest, it is a different thing in better weather and at a better season. I am glad that bookstore owner was pleased to get the books!Jenny Woolfhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16881781466502273314noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796960161183320830.post-73325229692594158062019-03-06T08:32:55.128-05:002019-03-06T08:32:55.128-05:00What an adventure! I'm glad it turned out so w...What an adventure! I'm glad it turned out so well, and that you were able to take pictures to make it come alive for me, too. That one picture where I could barely make out some trees through the fog made me realize how anxious I would have been in your shoes. The comments that others have left were also very interesting to me. It certainly made for an interesting post! :-)DJanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07152183871573797791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796960161183320830.post-53894186314306455442019-03-05T13:28:33.345-05:002019-03-05T13:28:33.345-05:00Eh bien, quel périple ! Tu es une véritable pionni...Eh bien, quel périple ! Tu es une véritable pionnière quoique à notre époque je parlerais plutôt de voyage initiatique, tu es allée au bout de toi m^me et ces quelques fleurs ont été un avant goût de printemps agréable<br />Je ne crois pas que seule je me serais lancée dans une telle aventure ! Vraiment tu m'épates !<br /><br />Pardonne moi de ne pas être passée te voir plus tôt. J'ai été très prise avec mes enfants et petits-enfants. Nous sommes descendus en TGV dans la Drôme, depuis Paris il nous a fallu 2 heures ! Nous avons gardé notre petite fille de 14 mois qui est un amour. Et puis dès notre retour nous avons récupéré notre petit-fils de 3 ans pour toute une semaine. Ses parents sont venus le chercher avec son frère ce week-end.<br />Tu me diras lorsque tu auras plus de précisions sur ton voyage éventuel en Europe. Personnellement je fais des projets au jour le jor, tout est assez booké jusqu'à la rentrée de septembre. Mais tu pourrais faire le tour de tes ami(e)s du blog, ce serait une façon agréable et pas si aventureuse de voyager !Cergiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14623905868861239570noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796960161183320830.post-56370381413042792542019-03-05T09:43:41.922-05:002019-03-05T09:43:41.922-05:00My, but you are brave and adventurous! I love expl...<br />My, but you are brave and adventurous! I love exploring side roads and getting off the beaten path, but The OC is more destination driven, like RR in his comment above, so, as the OC is usually in the driver's seat, I don't get to indulge my inner vagabond very much. I enjoyed wandering with you today!mollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03797484583400519909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796960161183320830.post-12661010330865032422019-03-04T22:33:22.658-05:002019-03-04T22:33:22.658-05:00wow that is a huge detour and adventurous I would ...wow that is a huge detour and adventurous I would be scared especially if you are on your own and in that fog You wouldn't see if you drive off the mountain. It is a beautiful area I must say.Marjahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17458942200244031009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796960161183320830.post-50942212033261682722019-03-04T14:38:17.563-05:002019-03-04T14:38:17.563-05:00Hi Vagabonde, We love side roads but our Hyundai s...Hi Vagabonde, We love side roads but our Hyundai sedan would never be able to navigate those dirt ruts that you were on. We've been on worse roads, mostly in the west and especially one in British Columbia. The good news was that the sedan we were driving was a rental...and despite lots of rocks and scary moments, I didn't wreck it! <br /><br />Whenever we have the chance, we get off the big 4-lane highways and go local. We'll have to explore the area that you traversed just to see the scenery.<br /><br />Take Care, Big Daddy DaveDavidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00419231123238788903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796960161183320830.post-21245048499774933762019-03-04T13:21:41.224-05:002019-03-04T13:21:41.224-05:00It's incredibly beautiful but boy, you are far...It's incredibly beautiful but boy, you are far more brave than I. I don't think I could have crossed that river in my car no matter how mad the fellow behind me was. I would have said, "We have to back up!"<br /><br />And thanks for introducing me to a new word -- homichlophobia -- which I had to look up!Jeaniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17482528482559445943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796960161183320830.post-35290754884409482122019-03-04T11:18:57.538-05:002019-03-04T11:18:57.538-05:00I admire your adventurous spirit. I've vacatio...I admire your adventurous spirit. I've vacationed in the Chattanooga area before and love it. Such scenic vistas! Your photos are wonderful, and they brought back memories of fun trips :) Divers and Sundryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01759655568104782267noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796960161183320830.post-13162390144065109742019-03-04T07:34:43.913-05:002019-03-04T07:34:43.913-05:00What a great adventure! You must have felt somewha...What a great adventure! You must have felt somewhat like a modern pioneer, trying to find your way through.Colettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13929646037752189809noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796960161183320830.post-37840835124531262192019-03-04T05:41:12.374-05:002019-03-04T05:41:12.374-05:00my goodness what a detour, and that fog, rather sc...my goodness what a detour, and that fog, rather scary looking all the distance you had to travel all alone. we took a drive to Tennessee to go see some falls but we never made it, the road was so curvy, narrow, and too well traveled by cars coming into our lane from the other direction.Linda Starrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04364078667554676592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796960161183320830.post-30711242761373785722019-03-04T05:30:07.558-05:002019-03-04T05:30:07.558-05:00Hi Vagabonde - I can 'hear' your anxiety ....Hi Vagabonde - I can 'hear' your anxiety ... and yes I've done trips like that - a little unfair of the SUV guy not to get out and talk to you at the point he left. Loved the tour - I'm sure you were glad to be back down in Georgia. Happy to know the Trenton bookshop were happy with your goodies ... take care - cheers HilaryHilary Melton-Butcherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17596532480645510678noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796960161183320830.post-82382365800044636122019-03-04T03:23:35.601-05:002019-03-04T03:23:35.601-05:00You shame me. When I go from A to B, or back from ...You shame me. When I go from A to B, or back from B to A - the journey being purposeful and/or utilitarian - I never add in an unpurposeful inch of travel. The journey ceases to be measured in miles, only in time. My mind is always on the future never the present. I envisage myself talking to the people I have set out to meet or (on the return) lying on my couch at home, reading today's paper, a G&T at my elbow. Even on journeys I know well I still switch on the satnav, not for geographical instruction but for the comfort of seeing my ETA (estimated time of arrival) expressed in numerals which may "become earlier" if I choose to break the speed limit.<br /><br />Most of my journeys are seen as necessary domestic tasks such as going to the toilet or doing the washing up. Not occasions to be dwelt on. No adventures happen, nothing gets explored. Please understand these are not recommendations: I envy your proclivity to add to your experiences, to put yourself at risk. In a sense travel lengthens your life whereas it compresses mine. This is an awful confession for someone who pretends to be a writer and I can only defend myself on the rather feeble grounds that I aim - in writing - to use my imagination rather than recycle past events.<br /><br />But then I remind myself that you are a Vagabonde (with that absolutely vital terminal e) and you have been designed to wander. We are literally and metaphorically poles apart. I am presently in the midst of the the local Borderlines Film Festival and my grandson (aged 31) is staying with us to share the 22 movies we will see. Yesterday he and I repaired a wall-light in my home on which the "puller string" had broken. There was a mental element to this work and the details are clear in my mind. Eventually these impressions will bed down as nourishing garden compost in my memory, to emerge at some time or perhaps not.<br /><br />But I'd have to work hard to make it as vivid as your trip through the woods and rivers.Roderick Robinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16828395545197001637noreply@blogger.com