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8/13/14 Wednesday in East Stroudsburg,PA (Timothy Lake South-TT/OW)

More rain last night but still just light rain showers through the day. We even had a good bit of sunshine through the afternoon. I feel for those getting deluged in New York up through Maine.

I worked some on the Internet and started our new recipe for black eyed peas. Our crock pot (the original plan) was too small but luckily our stock pot (8 quarts) fit on the induction plate. Best of all we can set our time as well as the temperature. So essentially it worked like a crock pot-cooking at simmer all day.

John discovered that 1 channel on the guide had the movie “Ghost” but in reality they’d changed it to “Good Morning Vietnam” in honor of Robin Williams. We couldn’t resist and watched that for much of the afternoon. Out of curiosity and for a break we drove up to Timothy Lake North (we’re staying in Timothy Lake South which is big rig friendly). They do have a nice water park, pool and playground for the kids. We were thinking of taking our grandchildren here someday. There didn’t seem to be many long level sites though, so we figured if we came we’d still park the rig in the South campground.

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When we got back I started watching Dr. Oz and falling asleep. John went outside. When he didn’t return for some time I looked out. He was talking with neighbors across the street. They have a Winnebago Vectra. I’d been mentioned for much of our time here that I’d sure like to ask them about their rig. Apparently John did just that. Naturally I didn’t want to miss out on anything. So we got into a great conversation with Bob/Cheryl.

We took a break for supper Our Black eyed pea soup wasn’t nearly as delicious as the one Gail made when we were all in Orlando. Must call her and ask her secrets. This is when we discovered that ham hocks are mostly fat wrapped around bone. I thought there’d be some ham in there… Not a lot of flavor beyond the fat and onions. We’ll give it another try if I learn some things from Gail.

Since we’d sat around all day we took a walk. John spotted a deer at one point. We stood still for some time. She stood still as well, watching us. Then she moved forward a little, munching, then getting onto the road we were on. At that point she just ambled back to where we first saw her and then farther away. That was sweet. Toward the end of our walk we ran into Cheryl/Bob. They invited us to a campfire at their site. What a great evening, sharing around the fire. Way better than TV.

 

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About Patricia Elser

I've always loved the loose, flowing, transparent look of watercolors, of Chinese paintings and their calligraphy, but alas, no watercolor classes were available when I was in school, so that interest remained buried until my children were grown. Even then, I was afraid that I couldn't really paint, so upon my sister's advice, I actually started to take classes. I signed up for every class available, determined to learn no matter how afraid I was. I came upon a teacher, Stan Miller, who inspired me, who opened the door to success in watercolor. I love to look at beautiful images. I want to capture them forever. All my life, photography was how I gathered images of the beauty I saw. Thanks to all that photography, I enjoy composing pictures, especially up close. Watercolors allow me to add more of me in their translation of that beauty. My paintings reflect my love for music and dance, with their rhythm and flow. I am fascinated by the play of light, so it appears in my pictures as drama for they are filled with darks and lights. Maybe it's the challenge, maybe it's the beauty, but now, when a work comes together, it fills my soul.
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