Kris decided to surprise me -- again! She was very evasive about her plans for Friday night when I talked to her on the phone. I thought she might have a date or was going somewhere she knew I wouldn't approve of. Just as my claws were beginning to show, she let me off the hook and said she was bringing a girl friend to the Little Town for the weekend. Both girls wrap up their finals on Tuesday but didn't want to hang around the dorm. I mean, come on, who wants to study when they could enjoy the fresh December air in the Little Town??
Morgan is from a small town around the Houston/Galveston area. So it was quite a treat for Kris and me to show her the places that mean so much to us in our county. We left during the early afternoon and headed to the southern end of the county where I grew up. The river is low but is the most beautiful dark blue and brilliant green colors that only a spring-fed river can be. Morgan took several pictures of the bluffs along the river. We came upon some axis, whitetail and even some turkeys. The turkeys were too quick for her to get a good shot but she enjoyed seeing the wildlife.
It's amazing how I take things for granted in and around the Little Town. Driving across Flat Rock Bridge is something I do almost EVERY SINGLE DAY but when I heard the "wow" from the back seat I took the time to see it through a visitor's eyes. I was also thankful for the reminder when we took Morgan to Lovers Leap. I had forgotten what a majestic view one has from that point. The wind was blowing like a mo-fo from the south but it didn't deter Morgan from getting some great shots of the fairgrounds, golf course and the Little Town. We ventured across the bridge which is an eye sore at the moment due to construction. We made the loop through the park and took in the dam, geese and ducks. We were running out of daylight by this time or we would've gone to the western part of the county.
There is something to be said about stopping and smelling the roses. And it is something I plan on doing more often.
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You know, it's funny. When I was there last, I rode over Flat Rock on a bike for the first time and really "saw" it a different way. I personally don't think the crossing is as pretty as it was when we were kids before that big gravel bar on the west side built up, but it really is a lovely little spot.
My best memory of Flat Rock is running across it during Cross Country Practice every afternoon. Our training regimen most days was to start at the Gym and make the loop back. I remember we used to run and carry on all kinds of gossip and conversations -- now it's hard to walk and carry on a conversation.
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