Another section of the trail

Pat and I went for a walk on the section of the Ghost Town Trail that goes from Rexis to Red Mill. This was our first time on this segment of the trail. The leaves were beautiful but the sun was already set, so the most vibrant colors don't show up well on the pictures we took. Nevertheless, we did enjoy the walk.

Pat uses an electric cart and usually stays ahead of me. Lucky pulls like a horse to keep up with her. I keep checking to see whether my left arm is getting longer. We stopped for a rest at the McNeil Pavilion. We also stopped for a conversation with a couple from Indiana. One fellow going by on a bike and seeing Pat take pictures, shouted back over his shoulder, "Maybe you'll get a picture of a bear."

Pat nearly dropped the camera. I don't know what she would do if she really saw a bear. She did see a squirrel and a chipmunk. When we were coming back to our van, we saw three hunters. At the pace they were walking, they must have put in a long day. By the time we came off the trail, Pat was cold and Lucky and I were very tired. However, we all felt very good after such an exhilarating walk at the end of a beautiful fall day. My only regret was that I didn't take a picture of Pat to send with the others.

Click the photo for David and Pat's latest fall foliage photos.

What every true Southern knowns (series)

The difference between Yankees and damn Yankees.

How good a cold grape Nehi and cheese crackers are at a country store.

What "Well, I swanne!" means.

Ain't nobody's biscuits like Grandma's biscuits.

A good dog is worth it's weight in gold. .

Sent by Sallie Covolo

Leadership qualities

While a few philosophers and religionists of pre-Christian times had seen the fallacy in man's idea of greatness and had exposed it, it was Christ who located true greatness and showed how it could be attained. "Whosoever will be great among you, let him be your minister; and whosoever will be chief among you, let him be your servant." It is that simple and that easy—and that difficult.

—A. W. Tozer

Sent by Jim Martin