Archive for the 'North Carolina' Category

Gravity + Downhill = Great Mileage

Tuesday, August 16th, 2011

Shama and I took a day to drive through Pisgah National Forest, stopping at Lookingglass Falls and Sliding Rock before getting on the Blue Ridge Parkway.  You know what’s not on the Blue Ridge Parkway?  Gas stations.  You know what else isn’t on the Blue Ridge Parkway?  AT&T service.

So we were a bit freaked when all of a sudden Shama said, “Oh no, the gas light’s on!”  I had remembered seeing a while back that it was 16 miles to the next exit from the Parkway and our car’s handly onboard computer told us that we had 9 miles of cruising range before we ran out of gas.  Ruh-roh.

Shama drove like a pro, coasting down the mountain as much as possible, breaking as little as possible, flying off sheer rock cliffs as little as possible.  As we came into town we may or may not have gone through an interminable red light before making it to a gas station.  The result: 16 miles with 2 miles worth of gas to spare!

Bauble Tree. Just Because It’s Pretty.

Saturday, October 30th, 2010

Bauble Tree

Shama and I drove to the mountains of North Carolina to get away after getting married.  We did some hiking and reading and played lots of games and did a lot of the nothing we weren’t able to do in the weeks leading up to the wedding.

I suggested we go to a fancy restaurant one night and Shama said we should make it a whole high society day.

Evan: What’s a high society day?

Shama: We’ll go horesback riding and then before dinner we can go into town and buy a trinket or bauble just because it’s pretty.

So we went horseback riding, although it was probably a little more “rancher” than “high society.”  And we went into the town of Marshall, North Carolina (pop. 840) to look around.  I don’t think either of us were planning to get any sort of trinket or bauble, but we went into the Arts Center on Main Street and saw a painting we both really liked.  It’s title: “Bauble Tree.”

They Call It That Old Mountain Dew

Tuesday, December 9th, 2008

The day after the show in North Carolina we found a bag hanging on my parents’ gate.  This is the type of peculiar, wonderful thing that makes life there so attractive.  It turns out my parents’ friend Pat decided to stop by and leave us a present.  It contained walnuts, molassas, some music she thought I’d like (I did), honey moonshine and cherry moonshine.  

I’m not much of a drinker, but sweet fancy Moses, that moonshine was a smack in the face!

Why It’s Good To Sing In Foreign Languages

Monday, December 8th, 2008

My parents booked a show for Aric and I in the town of Marshall, North Carolina the day after Thanksgiving.  I was a bit nervous for two reasons: a) half of the audience would be made up of my family and b) the other half would be made up of people from the town.  It turns out I didn’t have anything to worry about in either regard.  Both my family and the Marshallians were as wonderful an audience as you could ask for.

After the first set, my cousins Marty, Ben and Josh all sang some songs as well.  Josh lived in Nepal for many years starting and running an education center.  While he was there, he recorded some songs and became something of a pop sensation.  In North Carolina, Josh sang a Nepali drinking song.  It went over great, but afterwards he confessed that he forgot some of the words at the end and just made stuff up.  No one noticed.

Want to see one of Josh’s Nepali videos?

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Don’t Worry, We’re Eating Turkey Today

Saturday, December 6th, 2008

My parents have semi-retired to North Carolina.  At first they started going there on vacation; then they bought some land; then they built a cabin; now they’re there a lot.  

Our whole extended family was there for Thanksgiving this year.  On Thursday morning, anticipating overeating, I went jogging in the hills around the cabin.  

I learned that running in the mountains of North Carolina is much more tiring than running in Chicago.  I also learned that it’s kind of scary when you’re running and you encounter a herd of cows.  Those mofos are huge.  I also learned that when you run through said herd, you are very likely to step in a large pile of their leavings.

That was the only morning I went running in North Carolina.