They Say It’s My Birthday
Monday was my 47th birthday. It was also the first day of Spring Break, so we decided to take a few days and go to the mountains. Before we left, Gayle gave me the first part of my birthday gift. She had a journal made from my favorite childhood book, Katy No-Pocket. It was the perfect thing to use as a travel journal, especially since our first adventure was beginning the next day. Gayle was driving a steam engine at the Transportation Museum in Spencer on Saturday, and from there we drove about 2 hours to Black Mountain, where we were going to enjoy some “nothing time” until Tuesday. Our first night there, we heard a commotion on the porch. Gayle opened the door to see two raccoons enjoying the cat’s food. We watched them for a while, such cute critters! We made sure to take in the cat food after that though, we didn’t want them to feel too welcome. The plan for Monday was a whole lot of nothing, but we did cook a late breakfast of eggs, bacon and toast. While eating, a huge wild turkey walked up the driveway, hopped the fence and wandered around in the woods nearby. He was a giant bird and entertained us by fanning his tail feathers a few times. We had heard from the homeowners that there was a bear that liked to sun on their porch, but unfortunately, he did not come to wish me a Happy Birthday. the rest of the story
