This morning we went into the town of Weaverville and walked around a bit - I tried to get some photos but in many the lighting is all wrong. It definitely is a town I could live in. (Remember to click on the pictures to enlarge them.)
The court house:
I love the sense of humor here:
The buildings in this section of town were built in the early 1840's, destroyed by fire and rebuilt at least two more times. I just love those spiral stairs outside some of the buildings.
We ate lunch at Johnny's Pizza and I had a lovely chat with the wife of the owner. She gave me some good suggestions for getting rid of my phobia of water - Weaverville sits along the Trinity River and of course water activities are a big thing in this area. I definitely plan to go back, maybe early next year after my return from NY and possible surgery.
I've been thinking I would like to try going out on a river, and - don't fall over in shock - I'd like to do some fishing. I have never been a fisherwoman. The few times I went my husband baited the hook, removed the fish, cleaned it, and I don't remember ever getting the line snagged in a tree branch or snarled up. Our kids kept him busy with lines tied up in granny knots though.
This is just a dream I have and at my age I'm not likely to ever pick up a fishing pole. But hey, I just might. I will go back to Weaverville and probably do some tent camping along the river.
I'm home now trying to determine what I still have in Jeannie's van. There is so much to be done and things to take care of during the next week I wonder if I'll get through it and ready to leave Sunday morning (Aug 4). I also worry about the heat I will find in several places I plan overnight camping spots the first week, but I won't get stressed until I get there and then I can decide how to handle it. The temperature was 103 when we went through Redding, and I believe it was 94 here. The house was pretty hot when I walked in.
As you can imagine I listened quite often to this refrain the past week: "Are we there yet?" On the way back to Sac on I-5 I saw three signs in a row, reminding me of the old Burma Shave signs although not in rhyme.
1. Are we there yet? Are we there yet?
2. No, not yet, Grandma!
3. Thirty-five minutes to go, Grandma.
I think the advertising was for the casino in Corning! I guess Grandmas (and Grandpas) have a lot in common with their grandchildren.
Thanks for all the wonderful comments I've received. Now I will be busy catching up on all the blogs I've missed while away.
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Wow boy howdy, that was a great trip. All that walk'n made me a little tired, so I'm gonna lay down for a bit while you unload all the camp'n gear.
ReplyDeleteI've come across a few little towns where I said, "Yeah, I could live here". There's something bout old little towns that big cities cain't shake a stik at.
Glad you're home safe an' sound.
Fishing is a great sport. I love to fish. Sometimes the catching is good, too.
ReplyDeleteI may tolerate a very small, small town, but much prefere country living.
That looks like a really nice little town. I do love small towns where you can walk to anything you want and don't have to drive your car. Not sure which I like best, living way out in the country or in a little bitty town. They both have advantages.
ReplyDeleteSmall towns usually have enough "stock" to keep you going with occasional trips to a nearby "big city". Living out in the country is pleasant, but definitely cuts you off from being able to get to services and goods fairly easily. As age has crept up on me, being far away from any civilization has become less attractive.
ReplyDeleteOh I love to fish, well I love to sit by a lake, river, creek or pond and watch the line bob up and down. :) Just being outside is what I love.
ReplyDeleteThe heat here has gone away thank goodness. Those 90's and the humidity were miserable. We were in the 60's this am when we woke up...heaven.
Great trip, Gypsy! I've never enjoyed fishing. Fly fishing is interesting and I liked to go to the places where you fished for trout...
ReplyDeleteJust can't get into killing one. been that way since I was a little girl. never did like to see the fish gasping for breath... especially those people who just flop 'em on the dock or ground and ... can't stand it.
Take yer camp chair and put it in the middle of the trout stream/river with your beer and watch ... I like that.