still running on floyd time

Road blogging on the tiny ipad screen, finally at last in a comfortable place that has wireless Internet–the quinault lake lodge lobby, waiting on the restaurant to open at 8, increasingly remembering that this will be 11 o’clock, virginia tummy-time.

Been great trip. The weather has been remarkable. I havent even needed my new goretex parka once. I’ve snagged a few touristy shots along the way, enough to keep as reminders of the places we have passeod through, if not in any real sense, been.

I am feeling like an image of me, photoshopped against some lovely scenery that might as well be an elaborate stage set, seen from a great distance, without a clue what exists behind it. It makes it easier that the tourism on the Olympic peninsula is centered on the genuine features of mountains and forest and glacial river–except for the shameless excess driven by the Twilight movie set here. Forks was especially gaggy in this regard.

I’m not going to make it til eight. I think I’ll go forage for wild edibles to sustain me until my expensive egg and bacon that will, for all practical purposes be my lunch. I’m hopelessly bound to Floyd time, even here.

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Fred First holds masters degrees in Vertebrate Zoology and physical therapy, and has been a biology teacher and physical therapist by profession. He moved to southwest Virginia in 1975 and to Floyd County in 1997. He maintains a daily photo-blog, broadcasts essays on the Roanoke NPR station, and contributes regular columns for the Floyd Press and Roanoke's Star Sentinel. His two non-fiction books, Slow Road Home and his recent What We Hold in Our Hands, celebrate the riches that we possess in our families and communities, our natural bounty, social capital and Appalachian cultures old and new. He has served on the Jacksonville Center Board of Directors and is newly active in the Sustain Floyd organization. He lives in northeastern Floyd County on the headwaters of the Roanoke River.

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  1. Oh Lake Quinalt! What a beautiful place. We stayed in a campground right on the water there. Sorry to hear Forks is a mess. I have happy memories from there of a personal tour of a tiny forestry museum by a great old docent. We miraculously hit great weather too, but it was fall, and the best time weather-wise. You really did get a miracle.

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