Breeze escapes his demons in Florida by moving to the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina. He and Brody are settling into their new life when he stumbles onto a plot of marijuana plants on public land. Knowing a thing or two about growing weed, Breeze befriends the mysterious mountain man tending to the crop.
When his new friend is killed, he tries to help law enforcement solve the crime. When the authorities prove reluctant, he is forced to take matters into his own hands. In the process, he transforms from boat bum to a true man of the mountains.
We travel Pigeon Roost Road to drive into Banner Elk several times a week.
Along the way, we pass through a small enclave of dilapidated buildings, falling-down houses, and trailers. Most have their own assortment of eclectic junk in the yard. One has a wooden sign, declaring the occupant “Mayor of Pigeon Roost.”
We started calling this stretch of road Mayorville.
(Not actual photos of Mayorville. I didn’t want to stop in the road to get photos, but you get the idea.)
Most of the times we pass through, there is at least one cat in the road. There are cats running all over the place. None of them have tails. Junkyard cats with no tails.
We have to drive slow through Mayorville, so we don’t run over a tailless cat.
We were in Lowe’s in Banner Elk and stumbled onto a deal on lawn and garden stakes. They were selling 24 pointed stakes for $2.99 to make way for winter and seasonal goods. We bought all they had!
We fiddled around with a few different ideas then dug into constructing, staining, and painting a few projects.
Below was our first effort, a Betsy Ross flag:
Then we threw together this little rustic star:
I decided I needed a kindling box:
Then Kim decided she wanted a boot tray:
That’s it so far, but we figure a long, cold winter will spur us to new projects. Still have plenty of those stakes left. I’m thinking a Christmas Tree.
Any other ideas on how we can use these to make cool stuff?
Our first post at Creekside Musings was about the Creek. We sit on our porch and watch the little brook and listen to it babble by. We’ve made the porch into a pretty cool hangout spot.
I didn’t want Kim to miss the old lounge area we had on Leap of Faith.
We started stacking wood today. This is about 1/4 of the pile we had delivered.
The porch runs the length of the house, about 32 feet. It’s 8 feet deep with an additional two feet of overhang. We can sit out here in the rain without getting wet.
And of course, we view and listen to the creek all day long.
The little stream running through and around the property was a big plus when we decided to move into a log cabin.
Welcome to the new blog! (Formerly Quityourjobandliveonaboat.com)
The following pictures were all taken within a few hundred yards of our door. We’ll explore the interior of the cabin in a future post. Today, we walk the creekside.
It’s a real pleasure to listen to the proverbial babbling brook. I could sit and watch it all day.