This picture was taken quite awhile ago – while we were on our way home from camp in Montana … on one of our “scenic routes” (considering we were going the opposite direction of our actual home.) Sunday afternoon we went to Coeur de’ Alene, Idaho. As afternoon settled into evening, we walked along the path along Coeur d’Alene Lake.
Many women lost their husbands in World War ll … and their ability to provide for themselves and their children. The one thing they knew how to do was cook and so they opened restaurants. However, knowing people might be offended with ladies owning restaurants, they called them tea rooms. Since then 15 of the 16 tea rooms have closed, but Mary Mac Tea Room in downtown Atlanta is still open 70 years later and a popular place to go for Southern cooking.
If it is your first time visiting Mary Mac’s, you get a complimentary bowl of pot likker with crackling bread. Also, everyone writes down their own order – that way it’s not the server’s fault if the order is incorrect.
The walls are crammed full with pictures of famous people who have eater there: presidents, athletes, actors, etc.
Fun place to visit.
Florida has everything from DisneyWorld to coastlines from rocketships to Hemingway’s house.
But for Florida, I chose a picture of a photographer taking a photo of the beautiful Gulf Coast sunset … taken just last fall when I spent a few days in the Tampa/St. Pete area with a friend.
I collect counties. I have been in counties in every state but Hawaii.
I have only been in ALL the counties in two states – Wisconsin – which was kind of challenging because there are several of them, but kind of not challenging because we lived there for 13 years and even now we’re there a lot.
The other state is Delaware which was kind of challenging because it is so far away, but kind of not challenging because it only has three counties.
Last year we were on the East Coast and drove up through Delaware. We stopped at Bethany Beach in honor of my niece, Bethany, so I could by her a hoodie that had Bethany Beach across the front.
The town kind of remind me of Mackinaw City.
And we certainly knew what time we were there.
Yes, I’ve been there. Really.
I remember riding down the road near Yale University.
But alas, I believe these pictures were victim to a crashed computer are as several other states.
If I find them, I’ll post one.
I have many pictures of the Colorado Mountains … and Garden of the Gods … and Mesa Verde, but one of the unique, fun things we did last time we were in Colorado was visit the Olympic Training Center in Colorado Springs. We saw Olympic greats and Olympic hopefuls practice. The tour guide told us about their diet and some of the more well-known Olympians who had stayed there will preparing. We watched swimming, volleyball and wresting. Jacob ran down the track, perhaps one day dreaming of being an Olympian. He was 3 then, and since then, at 13, has won a half marathon … so who knows.
And because we were there on Jeff’s birthday, I bought him an official U.S. Olympic curling team t-shirt.
So many, many beautiful pictures of California. Everything from Mark and Melissa’s wedding in Long Beach to an early morning ride through Plumas County, from the redwoods to a rainbow over the Mojave Desert. Up and down the coast … to staying on Chance’s almond farm and Cindy’s cute house down the street from the university. Our sunset boat ride under the Golden Gate Bridge and visiting Reagan’s Library to Disney and …
Which picture? Which picture?
Big Sur is the place where a lot of the beauty comes together. The mountains border the Pacific shore providing so much of God’s awesome creation, that it’s difficult to absorb it all. Big Sur is south of Monterey, north of L.A. and truly a place everyone would make an effort to visit (beats Disney World any day).
I have many pictures I’ve taken there, but my personal challenge is to post just one … (even though a couple days ago I posted two for Arizona).
So, here is my favorite … or at least one of my favorites …
We were staying at the Hampton Inn in Blytheville on our way to Memphis. (An exceptional Hampton Inn was exceptionally friendly receptionists.)
“So,” I asked, “if we would like to see something unique in Blytheville, where would we go?”
The two ladies looked at each other. “Ahhh, maybe That Bookstore,” one suggested.
“Yes, it’s the first bookstore who was willing to publicize John Grisham books and and he hangs around there some.”
Bookstores are good.
“And the bus station,” said the other lady. “The bus station is old.”
“Real old,” the other added. “Retro.”
So we went to the bookstore which I wrote about here.
And we went to the Greyhound bus station – built in 1939 and one of only three left from that era. The station was not open when we were there, but we could see the inside was also quite retro. The bus station is also the visitor’s center for the area but we were already at the main attraction!
I had a difficult time choosing the Arizona pictures especially since I had just been there a couple months ago, so a lot of the scenery was still fresh in my mind.
The first picture is of the Sonoran Desert Preserve, a park right outside Phoenix. We went there on a beautiful afternoon between church visits. To make the park even more interesting, a lady was riding her white horse across the hillside adding to the Old West feel of it all.
Saguaros stood like guards watching over the low-blooming flowers. And although we felt like we were miles away from civilization, the city of Phoenix was the background.
The second picture was not taken anywhere special. We were driving about 30 miles outside of Phoenix to visit some people who wanted to ask questions about Awana. Busy, rush hour, lots of traffic as we passed gas stations and restaurants and strip malls, but the sky was unbelievably gorgeous. Truly so. I fortunately wasn’t driving so every time Cindy stopped at a light, I was able to take pictures of the sunset. The sky grew more and more beautiful as we went …
I have so many beautiful pictures of Alaska, I didn’t know which one to use … and I have a lot of pictures of moose.
This day, our hosts took us over Hatcher Pass. We were there in the fall and the landscape was colored with low-blooming flowers in vivid shades of reds, oranges and yellow.
On the way down form the pass, we stopped at this small lake. Every inch of it was photo worthy.