Woody Cavenaugh

Folks have wanted pictures, and here they are. We took nearly a gig and a half of pictures and I have made a quick pass getting rid of those ruined by being taken in a moving car with dirty windows. I will probably make many passes over the next few days to get them all happy and sorted. And yes, I created this Picasa account and hit the free space wall in about an hour. If I like this I will probably end up paying for more space so I can put something up here other than a single vacation.

What was the most beautiful thing I saw on this trip? I would have to say it was always the view just over the next hill. I look forward to seeing it again.

It is funny. I have gone on long road trips in the past, and I have seen spectular sights, but always in the past home was the place I hung my hat in Newport, and the house was where I hung my hat (at the time) in Summerfield. Home will always be Newport, but the place I want to dwell, is here no longer. I didn't have the extreme attachment to any place like Sara did with The Badlands, but I saw places I liked just as much or more than where I am now. I find I can think now about actually leaving here for there. Why not? No matter where you go, there you are. "Anywhere is." The difference is there has a better view than here. I find I much prefer to see the horizion in the distance.

This place is actually starting to feel a little close, like it though I have.

I'm not packing my bags if that's what you're thinking. To be fair, I haven't yet unpacked my bags. My entire bloodline back to the year 1800 are all within a four hour drive (all due east). Most of my friends live a hour from me, though the list of those living farther away grows longer by the year.

I like my job, it is a nice job and I enjoy it, though I know even it has no horizion beyond that I can touch tomorrow. There is some fear in trying to find a place with a paycheck with my skills in the real world. And that's even knowing that the most intelligent and successful person I have ever met never needed more than his GED to get to where he is.

There's fencing of course. My club is filled with one of the single finest groups of folks I would ever call friends. I am also pleased as pie to know that if I were hit by a bus tomorrow, club would still run as normal tomorrow night. They would be missed.

Are these things alone enough to anchor me in Greensboro forever?

From Badlands