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Wyatt, not real sure what's going on!
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We arrived at the top of Sassafras Mountain with me just a fussin' and actin' annoyed because I had read in the paper that the trees had been cut off the top of the mountain! You know that a tower is going to be built up there and I and all other types of people will be able to walk the steps and have a 360 degree view from this tower. I had already, a few weeks earlier spit out my window and threw up my hands in disgust when I was driving up a paved road instead of the dirt gravel road which has been there for years. [ make sure window is down before spitting to the left ] The Foothills Trail pushes over Sassafras and is open to all who care to hike to the top! If you want to see a view, put on a pair of sturdy shoes, throw a water bottle in a daypack and start walking!
No other cars were parked in the lot, just Wyatt and I checking out the damage. Wyatt is my grandson, he refuses to walk, almost 15 months old at this time and he is almost untoteable. [ spellcheck says that is not a word, but it is now! ] I unbuckle him - all child seats are training straps for future astronauts - lift him out of the car and tote him to the Mt. top! Yep, the trees are cut! I stand next to that rock and look around all around and say to myself, but not out loud, "that sure is some view" "never seen it look that way with the trees all growed up" "if they was to build a small tower, I bet a man could really see a long ways away" "sometimes a man has to admit he could be wrong 'bout towers and such" "as a man's hair turns gray, he is smart if he admits he's been wrong bout lots of things, unless he's a stubborn fool!" So, OK, build the tower! on the first clear cold full moon night, I,ll drive to the mountain top and walk up the steps with my grandson and we will marvel in God's wonderous creation! Then we will go again when the moon is dark and stand in awe gazing at the millions of stars nodding and winking at us.
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| Just a quick look see ! |
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| Whats left of a good tree. |
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| View goes forever! |
For those of you live in the Upstate of SC, when you come to Sassafras the cooler the weather the less haze to block your view. I will try to keep up with the progress of this tower and post my findings.
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| Hatchling |
A baby turtle is called a hatchling. I go by Turtle on my blog and Wyatt is my small outdoorsman in training, so for the time being I hereby tap him on each shoulder with a dead pine branch and call him Hatchling!
In the woods or on the water,
Turtle and Hatchling
May Gracie rest in peace.
