Drummer Boy

Curry James is a drummer. He has been beating things for months and it is shaping into a spectators sport. The second drawer, the one with the mixer beaters and metal serving spoons is marked from one end to the other with the remnants of his melodic sessions from weeks past. Pencils make good drumsticks. So do screwdrivers and sticks and anything else that is long and somewhat straight.

He leaves the church nursey every Sunday morning on a mission. He has a need to get into the sanctuary, up the steps and to find some willing accomplice who will put him on the drum throne so he can play for his live audience which is just the last of us to leave the building, still finishing our dwindling convesations and lunch plans. But he will sit and play for as long as we let him. And if the sound guy leaves the drums turned on....bonus! But it doesn't seem to matter. He'll play by himself with no sound. If he has sticks in his hand - he's happy.

So for Christmas, Kat and Pops got him a drumset. Not a real one mind you, but a small one that is loud and more off key than a real one, but just as much fun for him. He beats on that thing and wears out the one clangy symbol audience or no audience. It's a show worth seeing. You should come over sometime. We don't charge admission. God Bless you and pray for our little man as he grows up.

Ben

Hiking in Georgia

Austin (fancy pants), Charley (the red dragon), Andrew (press on) and I hit the road late on Wednesday night after church and made the drive to north Georgia to hike the first 30 miles of the Appalachian trail. Yeah, we chose to start on the day that it was wind chill of 4 degrees at Neels Gap. And yes we chose to start in the midst of a very sad search and rescue for a missing hiker. But it was a great trip.

Not the Hostel
Our plan was to stay at the hostel in the Walasi-Yi Center at Mountain Crossings - which by the way is an amazing gear store. They have great stuff, no kidding - so there's the free promotion. The hostel is in the basement of the attached room, not the upstairs which is the living room for some of the employees. Yep, we arrived at 5:50am and slept for an hour and a half on their living room floor. They were confused, surprised and very polite all things considered. We were stupid, sleepy and embarrassed. The door was unlocked and the one think I remembered was that the hostel door was always unlocked, so I thought - hey, we're here - be quiet and don't wake anybody up - what a nice hostel - didn't' expect a tv and x-box. Oops.

Springer Mountain
The southern end of the AT. It was neat to be there. Good views. Cool register embedded in a rock. Took some pictures. A few Thru hikers had already begun their journey to Maine.

The trail
Loved it. There was some snow and some steep up and down hiking, but a lot of well graded trail as well and some very impressive views that were at their best against the clear winter blue sky. Met Uncle Walt at the Hawk Mountain Shelter!

All in all, the first 30 miles were better than I expected. Georgia was beautiful even in winter and Blood Mountain was particularly beautiful, but so windy and cold. Great Hike. Can't wait to hike the rest of the trail in Georgia.