Blame it on the Paste

Post #2 2019 trip to Alaska

Before I start posting on our day-by-day journey, I’d like to tell you what brought this adventure about.

Somewhere around the end of the 1990’s, Richard and I drove to Alaska in our motorhome following his brother, Howard and his wife Mary Jane. We LOVED the beautiful scenery and pristine waters of the whole state. Many times Richard and I agreed had our kids been younger (they were teenagers by then) they would have grown up in Alaska. Since that time, we’ve made several trips back to the beautiful state. One of Alaska’s mottos is the Land That God Forgot. I don’t think He forgot it, He just knew He got it right the first time.

On my Bucket List, I have several things left to accomplish: Receive the Nobel Prize in Literature for a book titled How to Kill Your Husband and Get Away with It. Just to ease everyone’s mind, Richard is well aware of the plotting of this book and even helped me with the research. (More on this later.)

Another item on my BL is to work on a campaign for my grandson Drew when he runs for governor of the Great State of Florida. I vote by absentee ballot because I am usually absentee during the elections. So, Drew comes over to my house and he and I talk about whom we should vote for. His reasoning is usually pretty sound and occasionally profound. But, I won’t discuss politics on my blog.

And, as usual, I digress. The item we are working on now is living in Alaska for ONE YEAR. We have rented a house in Fairbanks and one in Homer. We invited some friends, some family to come up and stay with us for 7 to 10 days. Our calendar for the summer filled quickly. However, nobody was interested in coming to Alaska during the winter months. Most were afraid they might turn into ice cubes.

Anyway, a couple of years ago, I reconnected with an old school friend around the time of our 50^th reunion. During the next few years we were able to get together and meet each other’s spouse. James Morris, who also goes by Jim and Jimmy, and I went to Franklin Jr. High and graduated from King High School (both in the Tampa area) in 1967.

Jim and Becky left with us from our house and we all spent the next two weeks in Lincolnton enjoying bluegrass and gospel music at Little Roy and Lizzy Long bluegrass festival. Then Mother’s Day weekend we attended the Jeff and Sheri Easter’s Homecoming. Becky and I went to the Easter’s house after the concerts and to help a dear friend of mine, Peggy Fauscett. Not that Peggy needed any help. She does most of the cooking before she leaves home and warms it before time to eat. Since I normally only see Peggy once a year, I enjoy visiting with her while we are waiting for the crowd to arrive and munch down all her delicious vittles.

Peggy Fauscett

As I’ve written about before, Richard is very involved with the Homecoming which is held at the Lewis Family Homeplace. Jim was a lot of help with Richard getting the camping area ready. Meanwhile, Becky and I worked hard at making sure no deals were missed in the local antique and boutique shops in the surrounding Georgia towns.

Richard and I dragged the Morris’s all over Lincoln County, introducing them to some of Lincolnton’s finest citizens. We ate a couple of our evening meals with Walker and Carol Norman and then Little Roy and Bonnie Lewis. At the local café, we ate breakfast with Coroner turned Sheriff, Paul Revere.

On Mother’s Day afternoon, Jim, Becky and their cat Hemi and Richard and I took off in our motorhomes for what I would call the fastest trip I’ve ever taken across the United States. Here are just a few of the pictures we took while in Lincolnton.