Please if anyone knows of any software that will expand the next 16 waking hours into at least 32 (a kind of WinZip in reverse for uncompressing time and stetching it over a longer range of hours—couldn’t be that hard to code) please by all means let me know.
There I’ve just used up 90 seconds typing that paragraph I could be expanding into an extra 3 minutes today!
Suffice it to say for now that the Mt. Rogers Naturalist Rally was by all measures a success–not the least of which comes in the form of the minor miracles of NO RAIN during anything but the evening program and the fact that the tornado missed the campground by a couple of miles. I’m not kidding. It wasn’t very wide but within its path it snapped 12″ trees mid-trunk.
The event was both helped and hindered by far more water in the seeps, creeks and streams than I’ve ever seen in springtime. You couldn’t hear bird calls all that well and hunting for stream-dwelling salamanders really required a net downstream.
But it was beautiful, and thanks to a roadside pitstop heading in, we discovered this rushing creek on the way to Grindstone, usually such that you can step across dry-shod. I only wish you could hear it and feel the spray on your arms in the warm sun. Good to be alive.
Briefly, with just a brief exposure of the book to a small audience of writers and readers, I’m encouraged that there will be wide interest–and by the way, if you’re passing through Floyd, What We Hold In Our Hands: a Slow Road Reader is now in the Country Store (but not yet in their online catalog.)