Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Virginia and points north


Wow, time is streaming by at a rapid pace.  It’s been two weeks since I posted and feels like about 3 days.

As I mentioned in our last post, we made it to Virginia after a wonderful three weeks in Tennessee.  We started out from the Wautaga Dam and headed for the Blue Ridge Parkway. Heinz thought it would be nifty to drive the Parkway in the RV (towing the Honda), so we scheduled 3 days to complete it, figuring on roughly 100 miles per day driving distance.  Several people, including me, had told him that it would be a slow drive due to the twisting road (read: may not be the best idea), but you know the German mentality.  Well, after covering 70 miles in 5 hours Heinz admitted that driving a 40 ft. RV (plus toad) was not really a whole lot of fun.  With all the curves and hills, not to mention the 35-45 mph speed limits, he had absolutely no time to enjoy the views along the drive.  When we encountered a road construction detour that took us off the Parkway, we took full advantage of the opportunity/excuse and headed for the Interstate.  But the Parkway section that we did drive was absolutely gorgeous with scenic overlooks about every mile or so.  It would be a perfect drive in a car - even better still on a  motorcycle!

Overlook on the Blue Ridge Parkway

We arrived in Roanoke late on a Friday afternoon, two days before we had planned to be there.  We pulled into the parking lot of a Camping World on the edge of town and went in to get a Rand McNally GPS 7710 - a model designed for RV use.  While checking out, Heinz asked the clerk where we could find a good campground for us to spend the night.  Her reply was, "Right where you're at, just stay in the parking lot" - so we did.  

We had begun to hear strange swishing noises in the power steering system as we pulled into Roanoke, so the next day Heinz went back into Camping World to speak with the technicians. They recommended another shop in town since they had no mechanics trained in that kind of work - we'd have to wait till Monday to get it checked out.  Camping World invited us to stay in their parking lot over the weekend, and pointed out their dump station if we needed to drain tanks or fill up with water.  Since it was a free spot for 3 nights, we smiled and took them up on the offer.  We spent Saturday poking around Roanoke, checking out the City Market area, a British sports car meet, hanging out at Panera's sipping coffee, and going to the movies (The Avengers).  

Sunday we hopped in the car and drove over to Appomattox Court House National Park.  Think back to your American History days and remember the Civil War lectures (if you’re Southern, just remember, period).  Appomattox Court House is where Gen. Robert E. Lee surrendered the Army of Northern Virginia to General Ulysses S. Grant, effectively ending the Civil War.  Over the years after the surrender, the village slowly died away, the buildings either burned down (the courthouse) or began to disintegrate (houses-including the McLean house where the surrender was signed).  In the 1930’s Congress bought the land and after WWII, work was begun to rebuild/restore many of the houses and outbuildings.  In 1954, the area was designated a National Historic Park.  Today the village looks much the same as it did in April 1865.  

McLean House (reconstruction), site of Lee's surrender

Volunteer re-enacting the role of a US infantryman telling about the surrender.

On the way home from Appomattox, we stopped in Bedford, VA to see the National WWII D-Day Memorial.  This is an amazing and moving place.  The memorial is on 88 acres at the top of a hill outside Bedford.  We took a guided tour of the grounds and got a much-appreciated explanation of all the imagery and the symbolism of the various spots within the layout. 

The grounds are laid out in a manner that reflects a narrative chronology beginning with the planning and preparation for D-Day in England.  Quoting from the Memorial’s brochure: “With its circular folly, symmetrical sculpture and decorative plantings, the Memorial’s northernmost component, establishes England as the starting point.  The folly’s Classical Revival form nods in the direction of the architecture of both Norfolk House at London and Southwick House at Portsmouth, where much of the planning for D-Day occurred.”  This area includes a larger than life-sized statue of Gen. Eisenhower, busts of all the other top brass, and a flower garden in the design and colors of the “SHAEF” patch (Supreme Headquarters Allied Expeditionary Force) worn by members of the command unit.

As you move through the Memorial you next come to the Invasion Plaza, with the ground divided into five segments representing the five beaches invaded on D-Day and surrounded by wall plaques bearing the names of all Allied personnel killed that day.  At one end of the plaza are elevations representing the casemates and bunkers encountered by the invading forces and a pool of water with hedgehogs (German obstacles used to scuttle landing craft, not little furry critters).  There are sculptures of men crossing the water, dying on the water’s edge and scaling the wall.  The pool contains fountain spray heads adjusted to simulate the impact of enemy gunfire - they are set to randomly explode.  In addition, there is a noisy waterfall by the viewing bridge leading the viewer to have a symbolic sense of the chaos and noise of the invasion.  The plaza is flanked on either side by monuments to the Air, Coast Guard and Naval forces taking part in the invasion.   I didn’t know it until our tour, but the Coast Guard were in charge of sailing the landing craft on D-Day due to their expertise with small boats.  The middle sculpture of the men climbing the wall leads up to the Victory Plaza dominated by the Overlord Arch.  The arch is topped with the black and white stripes used on all aircraft flown by the Allies to easily differentiate them from enemy aircraft in the heat of the battle.

Invasion Plaza

 
Invasion Plaza

Overlord Victory Arch

There is LOTS more symbolism in the Memorial, so if you’re ever in the area, be sure to stop in and see this commemoration. 

Once Monday came around, we got the rig checked out and fixed, but that took most of the day, so we spent one more night in Roanoke.  Tuesday, we packed up and headed out to Charlottesville, VA.  We spent two nights in the Charlottesville KOA there, a peaceful, woodsy location a few miles outside of town.  While there, we spent several hours at Monticello, home of Thomas Jefferson.  We took full advantage of all the guided tours on offer, including the garden, and the downstairs and upstairs tour (just recently added) of the house. 

Monticello.  
Did you know that this famous view is actually the back of the house?

We also spent an afternoon driving the Skyline Drive through the Shenandoah National Park (leaving the RV parked this time!).  Formed from over 1,000 privately owned tracts of land the Shenandoah started as a patchwork of forest, fields, orchards, and home sites and was dedicated as a national park in 1935.  Have you ever noticed how many of our national parks and monuments were dedicated during the years of the Great Depression?  This park along with many others was a worksite of the Civilian Conservation Corps, a make-work program of the Depression era that put unemployed young men to work building roads, hiking trails, visitor centers, and monuments throughout the national park system.  Workers were  paid $30/month, of which $25 was sent home to help support their families, and $5 issued to the employee.  My own dad was a proud employee of the CCC’s, working at Colorado’s National Monument outside Grand Junction.

Shenandoah Valley from Skyline Drive

Tunnel along Skyline Drive built by CCC boys

Next stop: Washington DC.  We stayed at the Fort Meade FamCamp in Maryland and took the Metro into downtown Washington for several days. 

We spent our first full day wandering the National Mall looking at the various monuments, even taking the time and energy to walk around the Tidal Basin to view the Jefferson Memorial up close.  It was a beautiful spring day, warm, sunny, and relatively un-crowded as it was a workday and schools were not yet out for the summer.  It was also a peaceful day, drifting from monument to monument while discussing history and philosophizing, not hard to do when surrounded by monuments to great men who accomplished great deeds and average Joes just doing their duty.  Altogether we spent time at the Lincoln Memorial, Vietnam Veterans Memorial, Signers of the Declaration of Independence Memorial, WWII Memorial, Washington Monument, Thomas Jefferson Memorial, Franklin Roosevelt Memorial, Martin Luther King, Jr. Memorial, Korean War Veterans Memorial, and the Women’s Memorial.

Lincoln Memorial

Washington Monument

Jefferson Memorial

Designed by Maya Lin in 1982, the Vietnam Memorial caused major controversy with many calling it a "black gash of shame."  Her concept was that the wall would be a quiet protected place in the midst of the city bustle.  The walls have a mirror-like surface of black granite reflecting the images of the surrounding trees, lawns, monuments, and visitors, leading a visitor to see that the names inscribed will always be reflected in memory.  The walls stretch into the distance toward the Washington Monument and the Lincoln Memorial and inscribed in chronological order by date of casualty are the dead and missing.  Names begin on July 8, 1959 and end on May 15, 1975.  Ironically, despite the initial controversy, the Vietnam Veterans Memorial is now the most visited memorial on the National Mall.

The Vietnam Veterans Memorial, aka, the Wall. 

Due to public pressure for a “traditional” memorial, in 1984 the planning committee added a sculpture sitting slightly above and facing the Wall.  The three figures are clothed in uniforms with no insignia or rank, representing all services and ranks that served.  There have been multiple interpretations of the meaning of the sculpture with the top three being that the men are coming out of the jungle and stopping in disbelief at the number of names on the Wall; that the men are stopping to look for their own names on the Wall; or that it is simply the “thousand yard stare” of combat veterans.

The Three Servicemen

Starting from the day it was dedicated many visitors have left items at the wall.  Over the years, items ranging from flowers and food to cigarettes, love letters, and even a Harley-Davidson motorcycle have been left.  All items except food and flowers are collected daily and placed in a warehouse for preservation.


Tribute left at the Wall.

Dedicated to the women who served in the Vietnam War, Vietnam Women's Memorial depicts three uniformed women tending a wounded soldier.  The figure looking up is Hope, the woman praying (not seen in photo) is Faith and the woman tending to the soldier is Charity.


Vietnam Women's Memorial

The next morning saw us up, rubbing our sore feet and heading out to Dulles Airport and the new Smithsonian National Air and Space Museum.  This is a fascinating place with displays of aircraft from the Wright brothers to the space shuttle Challenger.  We planned on spending around three hours exploring and ended up leaving when they closed the doors on us.   Unfortunately, our fascination with the aircraft meant that we were too late to get into the National Cathedral and Arlington Cemetery, our original plans for late afternoon.

Static display at the museum

Red Devil, 1911

Space shuttle Challenger seen behind the wing of an SR-71

Day three in Washington found us sleeping in a bit followed by visiting the National Museum of the American Indian.  We were both somewhat disappointed in this museum and didn’t feel that it met our expectations of quality usually associated with Smithsonian museums.  We wandered through the exhibits hoping to find something that would capture our interest, but it simply didn’t happen.  Many of the displays are dark with lights that reflect off the glass making it even more difficult to see the items.  The overall effect of the museum felt like a high school history project focusing on every tribe of the Americas (north and south), emphasizing the sociological impact of the white man on the Indians, rather than the culture of the peoples.  We thought by including every tribe of the Americas, the museum failed to paint a cohesive story of any sort.  Oh well, can’t win them all I guess.

Day four and we were off and running yet again.  This time we decided to take in the Textile Museum, The National Geographic Museum, and the Newseum.  Once again, we over-planned and never made it to the Newseum.  The Textile Museum was founded in 1925 with a collection of 275 rugs and related textiles.  It is now one of the world's most specialized art museums and receives over 35,000 visitors annually.  It is located in a mansion on Embassy Row.  On the day of our visit there were three special displays.  The first exhibit, "Dragons, Nagas, and Creatures of the Deep", presented a global selection of textiles depicting dragons and related creatures of legend.  The second exhibit, "Woven Treasures of Japan's Tawaraya Workshop", featured sumptuous pieces created in a 500 year-old workshop in Japan renowned for supplying the Japanese Imperial Household with silks for garments and furnishings.  The third exhibit consisted of original weavings made by textile artists who were invited to choose an object from the Textile Museum's collection and create a new artwork (inspired by it) in response.  I think I was a bit more fascinated with the museum than Heinz was.  :)

South American embroidery with dragons

Next we traveled down the road to the National Geographic Museum on the first floor of the Society’s office building.  This is truly a small gem of a museum and should be a “don’t-miss” if you’re visiting Washington.  That day there were special exhibits on Samurai history and the sinking of the Titanic.  Heinz and I both felt that in three rooms of the Samurai exhibit we learned more about the history and culture of the Samurai than we had about the American Indians in a four-story museum.  In addition, the museum has a rotating display of National Geographic Magazine photos.  Overall, the Samurai display was well worth the visit, but no pictures were allowed.  Though pictures were allowed, the Titanic display was... so-so.  

Model of the Titanic on the ocean bottom.


We’ve now moved north yet again and are set up at the Fort Dix FamCamp, Willow Pond RV Park.  We're here till about mid-June for our youngest daughter’s wedding, see a few sights, and knock out a couple of projects on the motorhome.  More to follow...













Monday, May 14, 2012

Tennessee countryside


It’s now mid-May and we spent the past three weeks tucked away in the Tennessee hills, two weeks in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park and one at the Watauga Dam.  It has been a period of relaxation, hiking, fishing, reading, and photography, no Internet access, no cell phone connectivity, no television, just the sweet sound of birds and babbling brooks. 

The Great Smoky Mountain National Park was created in 1934 and is the most popular national park in the country with more than 9 million visitors annually.  We were there at a great time, before school lets out for the summer.  During the week, the park was busy, but not jammed.  Starting on Friday afternoon traffic started increasing, the camping areas filled up, and the hiking trails became crowded.  By mid-day on Sunday most of the traffic was headed back out of the park. 

We camped at Cades Cove Campground on the northwest side of the park.  The campground has 159 spots for tents/RVs and no hook-ups - it is on the edge of Cades Cove.  A “cove” in Smoky Mountain vernacular is a relative flat valley between mountain ridges.  The Cove was originally settled in the 1820’s and by the 1850’s there were 132 families living in the valley.  When the park was established in 1934 residents were bought out and moved out of the Cove.  The homesteads they left behind were left as they were. There is now an eleven-mile auto tour through the cove that is popular with hikers, bikers, and automobile drivers that takes you past several of the old homesteads.

Henry Whitehead Place

Cantilevered barn at the LeQuire Place

Dan Lawson Place

In addition to the homesteads, there are several churches and a still functioning water-powered gristmill in the cove.  The mill was built in about 1870.  The churches all date from the early 1830’s.  

Cable Mill 

Inside the Missionary Baptist Church, circa 1832

Steeple of the Cades Cove Methodist Church, circa 1838


As I mentioned in our last blog entry, Heinz spent time out fly-fishing.  Unfortunately he was unsuccessful - he says it as more like "fly throwing (and losing) than fly fishing".  He did try blaming me and my bright blue shirt and white hat when I went out with him one evening.  So I promptly took my cameras and tripod and wandered away for the rest of the evening.  Yep, you guessed it, nary a nibble.  But I got some great photographs that evening.


Hey, you're spooking the fish!

                             
Purple Trillium


Centipede

Falls along the Tremont

We took a day and traveled over the mountains to the south side of the park via Clingman's Dome, at 6,643 feet, the highest point in the park.  There we stopped and hiked up to the observation deck from which you can see up to 100 miles on a clear day.  On the way back down from the deck we took a slight detour and hiked about a mile of the Appalachian Trail.  I never really knew what the trail was like despite having heard of it all my life.  I somehow had always pictured it as a two or three person wide trail, fairly smooth, that wandered it's way down from the north to the south.  Wow, was I wrong!  Yes, it does wander down - from Maine, 2200 miles south to Georgia.  It is barely one person wide in places and is far from smooth!  I certainly understand now why they saw it takes 4-5 months to hike the entire length and why everyone we saw along the way looked well-worn and exhausted.

Clingman's Dome Observation Deck

Appalachian Trail

Appalachian Trail

 After reaching our camping limit of 14 days in the Smokies we packed up and headed to a little park in northeast Tennessee that someone told Heinz about .  The Watauga Dam Tailwater Campground is a small park, 28 spaces, owned by the TVA (Tennessee Valley Authority) and is located between the Wilbur Dam, built in 1912, and the Watauga Dam, built in 1940.  The two dams are used to generate electricity for the area.  Heinz once again headed out to fly-fish, but unfortunately on the first day he caught his rod in the window and broke the tip.  Never fear though, where there's a place to fish there's either a fly-fishing or a bait shop.  In this case, the Misty Rivers Bait Shop came to his rescue with a rod and reel.  He proceeded to fish unsuccessfully for two days until he met up with a couple of locals who taught how it was done in those parts...3/4 oz weight, swivel, 3-4 foot leader, and a hook with a miniature marshmallow and white grubs.  Go figure, he hooked 7 beautiful rainbow trout over the next two days at an average length of 12 inches. 

Rainbow trout tonsillectomy, aka, give me back my hook!

Waiting for a bite

We've now wandered up into Virginia, but I'll save that tale for my next entry.

Here's our friends of the day:

Pileated woodpeckers

Wild Turkey

Black bear





Tuesday, May 1, 2012

South Carolina to Tennessee


Ah, the joys of traveling through the countryside, coupled with the woes of little or no phone or internet service, makes this week’s entry more than a little bit late. 

After leaving Savannah, we spent a few days in Charleston, South Carolina.  There are many who debate as to which is the better city to visit.  Both started as outposts of the British, Charleston in 1670 and Savannah in 1733.  Both were hotbeds of rebellion, in both the Revolutionary War and the Civil War.  Both are major Atlantic ports that have outlived pirates, slave trading, epidemics, earthquakes, fires, and hurricanes.  Both are enchanting tourist destinations today.  To quote the Chicago Tribune: “Savannah: Flowers, fountains, and even some ghosts, all wrapped up in Spanish moss.  Charleston:  Half a century older, a Southern Mecca for foodies, history buffs, and shoppers.”

Speaking of history, in one building alone, the Old Exchange and Provost Dungeon along the Charleston waterfront, British tea was commandeered from ships in the harbor and stored, later to be sold to the French and the monies used to help fund the Revolutionary War.  Later, South Carolinians met there to elect their delegates to the First Continental Congress and in 1776 papers were drawn up that made South Carolina the first of the American colonies to declare independence from Britain.  Not a century later, residents would write and sign the Ordinance of Secession, making South Carolina the first state to secede from the Union - that's all in one building!  And to top it off, the first shots of the Civil War were fired right offshore in 1861.

Provost Dungeon in the Old Exchange, circa 1760.

We did a lot of strolling around in the historic district where many of the houses, government buildings, and churches date back to the 1700 - 1800’s.  Along the way we stopped in at St. Michael’s Episcopal Church and saw the church pew where George Washington and 70 years later, Robert E Lee, sat when they attended services.  


St. Michael's Espiscopal Church


Pew used by George Washington and Robert E Lee, formerly known as the “Governor’s Pew”, until the colonists sent the British governor packing.

We wandered down to the waterfront, known as the Battery and viewed Ft. Sumter off in the harbor, trying to imagine what it must have been like to be a citizen of the city on April 12, 1861 when the Confederate gunboats began firing on the fort.  In fact, it was a tiny bit eerie since we were standing there 151 years later on April 12, 2012.  


Strolling along the Battery.

Along the way we met up with an old working buddy of mine that I haven’t seen for years.  In talking it over we finally decided it had been around 26 years!  Heather and Philip have been living in Charleston for around 20 years and filled us in on all the must see places.  It was great catching up and hearing all the news about their family and travels. 

But we managed to one-up them and visit the H.L. Hunley, something they hadn’t gotten around to yet.  For those unfamiliar with this vessel, it was a Confederate submarine designed and built in Alabama and then transported by train to Charleston.  In 1864 the Hunley sank the USS Housatonic, thus becoming the world’s first successful combat submarine.   On the return voyage, the Hunley went down herself in the Charleston harbor with all eight crewmembers aboard.  The sub remained missing until found by divers in 1995 and finally raised in 2000.  It is now kept in a seawater tank in a research facility on the Charleston waterfront.  The reasons for the sinking of the Hunley are still unknown.

Teresa in a recreated cross-section of the Hunley.  
These are tight quarters for a 5'10" person - the average height of the Hunley crew members.

Facial reconstructions of Hunley crewmembers done by a 
forensic artist based on remains found in the vessel.

Leaving Charleston, we headed inland and drove 3½ hours to Kings Mountain, NC.  This stop was to see an old buddy of Heinz’s from his enlisted days.  Bill Rice and his fiancée Jill pulled out all the stops in the hospitality barrel, starting with letting us take up the driveway with our rig for two nights.  They followed up with a lot of good food, including trying to introduce us to Livermush.  This is apparently a local delicacy composed of pig liver, head parts, and cornmeal, spiced with pepper and sage.  It is sliced and fried and then often served for breakfast with eggs and grits.  We thought briefly about it (not really, it was a no-brainer) and turned down the offer, opting instead for Jill’s delicious egg and bacon casserole.



Bill, Jill, and Heinz.  Heinz and Bill kept us all entertained with stories 
of their Air Force days when they were 22 and invincible. 

On Sunday, they took us on a tour of the area and stopped off at Kings Mountain National Park.  Neither of us remembered much Revolutionary War history, but Bill and Jill schooled us up on the Battle of Kings Mountain and its role in ending the war.  By 1780, the northern campaign of the war had been fought to a stalemate and England turned its military strategy toward the south.  In August of 1780 Cornwallis mounted an invasion of North Carolina and sent Major Patrick Ferguson and his militia of loyalist colonists into western North Carolina.  Once there, Ferguson sent a message to the “backwater men” (known locally as the over-mountain men), threatening to kill them all if they did not submit to the Crown’s rule.  Enraged, the over-mountain men vowed to finish Ferguson once and for all.  On 26 September, the men gathered in western North Carolina and marched over the mountains to Cowpens in the middle of the state.  On 7 October, these patriots encircled Ferguson and his militia who were camped on the top of Kings Mountain (named for a local resident, not the royal king in England).  The over-mountain men overran Ferguson and his troops in little over an hour.  Ferguson was killed and lost with him was Cornwallis’ entire left flank.  The battle has been called the first link in a chain of events that ended in the total loss of America for the British.  


Redheads rule!  Teresa and Jill on Kings Mountain.

After two days of laughs and talk, it was on to Marion, North Carolina and the SKP Acre RV Rally.  We met up with Pam and Buzz (friends from last year’s trip to Canada) and made several new friends.  All of us (but Heinz) broke down at breakfast one morning and tried the Livermush when the cook fried us up some slices to sample.  We all agreed that it was an acquired taste that we didn’t plan to acquire. 

Marion is a mere 30 miles from Asheville, so of course we took in the Biltmore Estate.  Wow, what a place!  The Biltmore was the home of George Vanderbilt and his family, and is still the largest home in America.  It was built in 1895 and had all the modern conveniences of the time, including refrigerators and electric dumbwaiters.  Touring the house and gardens took most of one day.  

One man’s vision of a simple summer home.

Tooling around the area was great and we really enjoyed the lilacs that were blooming everywhere you looked.  Along the way we found a wonderful local restaurant in Asheville for breakfast, Early Girl. I had to try the Shrimp and Grits and boy, was I glad I did.  I am definitely NOT a grits fan (even if I did grow up in the deep South), but these made you forget that you were eating grits.  Big shrimp, andouille sausage, spicy sauce and creamy grits that were more like pudding than grits.  YUMMY! 

Lilacs along the highway.

We stopped in at One Fly Outfitters in Black Mountain, NC a couple of times while traveling to and from Asheville.  It’s a small fly-fishing shop with an owner that was full of information on the “local” fishing.  Susan filled Heinz in on fishing spots from Tennessee to Pennsylvania!  And she talked about fishing trips out to Montana and Idaho.

After a week, the rally broke up, we said goodbye to our friends and headed west to the Great Smoky Mountains National Park. We’re there now, enjoying the great outdoors and kicking back.  Heinz is getting in a little fly fishing (more like some fly-throwing) while I’ve been tying some flies for him.  In addition, we’ve done some hiking and have taken a couple of the auto tours around the park.  We’ve both had a blast playing with the cameras.  

Gathering bugs from the Little river.  
If I can figure out what the trout are eating, I can tell Teresa what to tie!

Roaring Creek Falls

The Great Smoky Mountains

I keep laughing that the park service has one heck of a contract with the animal union in this park.  So far we’ve spotted white tail deer (multiple sightings), snakes (yes, that is plural!), centipedes, butterflies, one VERY cool-looking snail, fish, an owl being chased by a raven, turkeys, woodpeckers, cardinals, lizards, beetles, stoneflies, miscellaneous other bugs, and we are currently up to 13, count ‘em, 13 black bear sightings.  One of those was a mama bear and her cub on the very trail we were hiking.

Catching up to Mama.

Now pay attention and I'll show you how to make the tourists nervous.

Yesterday we headed back into Pigeon Forge and took in Dollywood.  Neither of us really expected much, but we both immensely enjoyed this park.  It is relatively small as parks go, but celebrates mountain culture and history in a loving manner.  Heinz talked me into riding two out of the park's four roller coasters, but that was my limit.  He rode all four and rode the last one, the wooden roller coaster, three times.  The wooden one was by far his favorite, reminding him of roller coasters of his childhood - not as smooth or loopy as the new ones, but with lots of bumps, grinds, tossing, turning, and lifting out of your seatbelt on the drops.  Should have seen the smile on his face getting bigger and bigger with each ride!  

Wild Eagle roller coaster (I lived through this one).

Thunderhead roller coaster.
Heinz in his glory, front seat, leader of the pack!

We have so many friends of the day to choose from this time, so I picked some of the more unusual:

Skink-porn - it IS springtime here!

Snake, anyone know what kind?

Black bear cub

Snail

White tail deer

 
Sometimes they come out in twos!