Category Archives: Traveling Days

Winter Storm Riley

Last week, winter storm Riley breezed through our area.  Thankfully, its effects on us weren’t as bad as they were for others.  We only lost electricity for a few hours one evening, not for several days as some folks did.

The wind wreaked havoc with my bird feeders. I foolishly thought they’d be safe since they were attached to the tree limbs with wire ties (cable ties). But the wind was so strong that it actually twisted those cable ties in half. Thankfully none of the bird feeders were broken, but the birds and SQUIRRELS were inconvenienced and HUNGRY for a few days, until the conditions allowed me to replace and refill the feeders.

We also lost a substantial branch off our old cedar tree out on the point.

Thankfully, our old boat was spared.

We knew the beach at Carova would be impassable, but we took a drive to the Outer Banks Sunday, just to see the ocean. As Motor Man says: “She was angry”.

I tried to take some video to give you an idea, but the wind was so strong, I was having a difficult time standing, let alone holding the camera steady.


We’ve seen photos and videos on Facebook of the damage on the beach at Carova and know that the landscape there will be very different when we’re able to visit that area again.

~These Days Of Mine~



Summer In February

Last Sunday, Motor Man and I took advantage of the AMAZING weather and headed to Carova Beach.

Temps were in the low-mid 70’s (yes, 70’s) and although there were some clouds, we also had quite a bit of sun. The rain waited til later in the evening to move into the area.

We saw a total of 13 horses: not bad for this time of year. These six were enjoying lunch.

You may recall a post I wrote a few months ago about the radio station of my youth “returning” and playing songs from the 50’s and 60’s (and a few 70’s).  It’s an AM station, but the reception is great in the Outer Banks. When I was taking this picture, the song “Sister Golden Hair ” by America was (appropriately) playing on the radio.

Storm clouds in the distance made for a pretty backdrop.

At one point, we were driving down near the ocean and caught these gulls in flight. It was nice having the windows down as we drove along the beach.

This is an outbuilding and lookout tower to the old Wash Woods Coast Guard Station.

Hmmmm….looks like it might be time to head for home.

“...what is so rare as a day in”…..February?

~These Days Of Mine~




If You’re Ever In Cape Charles…

Last week, Motor Man and I had reason to be in Cape Charles, a small, old, beautiful waterfront town on Virginia’s Eastern Shore.  Although we’d visited the area several times in the past, this was our first time really spending any time in the town. We were unexpectedly there around dinnertime, so I did a quick Google search for local restaurants.

We decided on Kelly’s Gingernut Pub, located in an old bank building, circa 1907.

We were seated in the vault, where the ceilings are 16 feet high.

According to their web-site, some of the wood used in the bar area was from nearby buildings and is over 200 years old.

This room reminded me of a parlor.   Through that doorway and to the right is where Motor Man and I were seated.

We loved the atmosphere at Kelly’s, and our food was delicious. I had grilled chicken and steamed veggies and Motor Man had a BLT.  We each had enough of our meal left for lunch the following day.

I regret that I don’t recall the name of our server. She was so personable and efficient and made our dinner even more special.

Isn’t it nice when you just “come across” a really charming restaurant?

~These Days Of Mine~

On The Map

Motor Man and I aren’t big fans of tv. When I’m at home during the day, I never even turn it on.  In the evenings, sometimes Motor Man will “channel surf”, which usually results in him hitting the power off button on the remote.  There just isn’t much that interests us.

But, for the past few weeks, there has been a show that has definitely kept our attention.  It’s on Discovery, and the name of the series is Killing Fields. You may be familiar with it: cold cases are featured as the authorities revisit and attempt to solve them.

The most recent one, Murder Isle, was filmed in our county.  I recall hearing about the woman’s body found in a field just a few miles outside of town in 2004.

I’ve never been a crime drama fan, most likely that stems from losing my sister to domestic violence when I was a teenager.  But there’s just something fascinating to me about forensics.  Killing Fields Murder Isle is especially interesting to us because we see local landmarks and also recognize some of our law enforcement officers/investigators. And, although it’s for a sad reason, it seems to have put our area “on the map”, so to speak.

There have been a few occasions to “meet and greet” the cast recently, and Motor Man and I were able to attend one of those last week.

If you’ve happened to catch any of the shows, you may recognize these folks. This is Investigator Kris Coughlin.  He and Motor Man met several years ago (yes, Motor Man was on his side.)

I’d actually spoken with this next gentleman on the phone a few years ago, but we’d never met in person. This is Lt. Tommy Potter.

Investigator Randy Patrick.

And, last but not least, Investigator Susan Morgan.

These folks and many others have spent countless hours over the past 14 years attempting to solve this case.  Through this series, we’ve learned that technology involving DNA now is mind-boggling.

I’m told that it’s possible to view this series online, but I haven’t figured out exactly how to do that, perhaps it’s our server…?

The final episode is tomorrow night.  We’re certainly hoping that all the hard work has paid off and that someone is either in custody (or soon will be) for this horrible crime.

Oh, and count Motor Man and me among those who are so thankful for those in law enforcement.

~These Days Of Mine~


And (At Last) The Winners Are……

It’s possible that many/most/some of you have completely forgotten about a blog post from November 4, 2016, in which I wrote about this contest. In that post, I shared the three photos I was submitting for the Corolla Wild Horse Fund 2018 calendar contest. I don’t know the reasons, but the calendar was later than usual being printed.

But, it arrived last week, and…… once again, I am honored to have not one, but two photos featured.

This is January, 2018:

And November, 2018:

Surprisingly, only a couple of my readers selected the photo of the horses running on the beach as their favorite. Of those, the name chosen as a winner of the contest was Jill Weatherholt, a fellow blogger that I’ve “known” for several years.

More readers selected the photo of the horses “head on”, and the name chosen of those is Phyllis S.  As I read back over the comments, I find it interesting that a couple of you thought that would make a nice picture for October or November. Apparently, those in charge of the calendar had the same thought.

I was rather surprised that the contest judges didn’t select this photo. I do believe it may be my favorite of the three.

I will be contacting the winners by email for mailing addresses and sending each of you one of the 2018 calendars.  Thanks to all of you who participated, and happy last weekend-before-Christmas.

~These Days Of Mine~






…Like A Horse And Carriage

As I mentioned in Wednesday’s post, Motor Man and I took a trip to Indianapolis last week for a racing industry show. We broke up the trip there by staying overnight in Louisville.

And guess what?  We found a horse and carriage ride.  Meet Jacques:

Jacques was probably the most spirited horse we’ve ever had on a carriage ride. When we stopped at a red light, he would bring both feet up (slightly) off the ground, because he was so anxious to GO. And he whinnied several times. Our driver, Jim, said that Jacques’ brother also “works” for that carriage company, and when Jacques whinnied, he was calling his brother.

Because of Jacques’ enthusiasm, Jim was hesitant to step down from the carriage to take our picture at the end of our ride. So Motor Man and I just took pictures of each other with Jacques. (Not really Motor Man’s kind of horsepower, but….)

I think Jacques liked me.

In the Monument Circle area of Indianapolis, horses and carriages are lined up every evening, waiting on folks like us who’d like to ride. Our horse in Indy was Doc, who has a perfect heart on his forehead.

Our driver was Mikki, and since Doc was a bit more laid back than Jacques, she was able to take pictures of us.

I have yet another new friend.

Motor Man has his horsepower, and I have mine.  I love going to races with him, and he……goes horse and carriage riding with me.

(Actually, it was his idea to go carriage riding, because he knows how much I like it. What a guy.)

~These Days Of Mine~




A Very Special Meeting

Many of you will remember my previous mentions here of a young man named Matthew. A quick refresher: my late sister, June, was a member of an online knitting forum and became fond of many of the others in the group, one of those being a sweet lady named Mary.  Matthew is Mary’s son.  He is an amazing artist and a few years ago, asked permission to sketch from my photos that June shared through my blog and my Facebook page.  Oh, and Matthew is autistic.

Mary and I became Facebook friends through June, and Mary learned that Motor Man and I usually attend a yearly racing industry trade show in Indianapolis. She asked that I let her know the next time we planned to be in that area, and she would drive there so we could meet.

That happened last Thursday on a cold, windy, snowy morning.  We met at Connor Prairie, a settlement museum just outside of Indy.  My first thought was of June and how pleased she would be that we actually met in person. In fact, silly me was a little teary-eyed.

Matthew brought a couple of his framed sketches to show me, because snapshots just don’t do them justice. This is a sketch based on one of my wild horse photos.

Mary had previously given me a few pointers on interacting with Matthew, since I don’t know anyone affected by autism. She asked me to convey to you that Matthew’s lack of a smile doesn’t mean that he isn’t happy.

We exchanged gifts. I took Matthew a painted rock (a horse), some treasures that I found while beach combing and some cotton from a field, since I knew that wasn’t a crop grown in his home state of Michigan. (Not a flattering pic of me, but I love the candidness of us talking about the cotton.)

Matthew gave me my choice of a beautiful ceramic shark or a pottery bowl, both of which he had made. I liked them both, and chose the bowl.  Mary brought me several things. One is a sweet handpainted (by a friend of hers) magnet with a scene of the sunrise by the ocean. It was in that beautiful origami box that Mary made. There was also a cute little mouse ornament, an assortment of dish towels and a hand knitted (by Mary) hanger to attach them to a cabinet or oven door.  The light blue square object under the towel is a hand-knitted “scrubby” for dishes. I didn’t realize that there’s now a special yarn to make scrubbies.

The three of us enjoyed walking through the museum, although the outdoor activities were closed for the season.

And we had a little fun in the gift shop. No, I didn’t buy the hat, but those warm cranberry-colored mittens were impossible to resist, and I added that Connor Prairie mug to my collection.

We posed for pictures in the beautifully decorated lobby before enjoying lunch at a nearby restaurant.   Then Mary graciously offered to drive me back to the hotel in downtown Indy, saving me cab fare.

Oh, and by the way, Mary drove over three hours each way from their home just to make this meeting happen. I am so humbled that she and Matthew went to that extreme.  And I know June was smiling the entire time.

And, just a little coincidence: tomorrow would be June’s birthday.

~These Days Of Mine~