Frogmore Stew

     Today's blog was inspired by, and built around, a South Carolina promotional video about the classic version of Frogmore stew. It's very well done, and I thought you might enjoy it. It matches almost exactly the version I have made every summer in Maine. It is clear enough that anyone could replicate it. Below are some pictures of some of the Maine episodes to remind you of the recipe.

     Now that you remember, please enjoy the video.

58 Years

     June, 18 1960, 58 years ago, we were married in a little white Congregational Church in our mutual hometown of Athol, MA. It was a simple, traditional affair with nothing to predict the extraordinary assortment of experiences that followed.

     

                        

     How many words would it take to describe the adventures that have occurred between those two dates? They d*** sure wouldn't fit in a blog. We celebrated at the Blossom, a downtown Charleston restaurant specializing in simple Southern fare. They even had Frogmore stew on the menu, although they called it "Low-Country Boil". We thank Cindy who provided transportation, photography and other assistance.

     Durelle sure misses her Maine camping buddies AND the lower heat and humidity. We have rented a cabin up in the hills of Asheville for a few days in early July, but it won't be the same.

     So, we are muddlin' through, wondering what the 59th year will bring.

The Thrill of Victory and the Agony of Defeat.

     Last week I described the painful consequences of the loss of a hard drive. This week the offsetting good news is two-fold and glorious. I now have a new HP Terabyte tower with a 23" monitor. AND, in various locations on various partitions of the hard drive, I have been able to find almost all of my missing data. It will be a lot of tedious work to get it reorganized, but at least the data is there...even the missing 6800 words and all my pictures.
     On an even brighter note, the bus was sold. The buyer is an interesting chap. He is a 21 year old evangelist with a pregnant wife who has been full-timing in a one slideout Class C. Apparently evangelism pays pretty well, as he wrote a check for a forty foot Tiffin Allegro Bus. We lost a little money, but a few months without that big mortgage payment should quickly fix that.
     In 54 years we have had two pop ups and four Class A motorhomes. We put 350,000 miles on the motorhomes and pretty well exhausted our bucket list. It has been a great ride, and it has been the RVing community that has made it such a warm and rich experience.