Headed west

End of school activities with grandkids are always fun. While we went on a school field trip with our granddaughter Alma back in kindergarten, this is the first time we’ve attended any of her programs. We attended a 7th grade awards ceremony (at 7:30 a.m.) last week and her final choir concert on Wednesday evening. Their choir sounded great, better than the 8th grade choir in our opinion. Of course, we might be a little prejudiced. It amazes me especially at that age how much difference there is in size and physical maturity among kids who are basically the same age. The picture is Alma between two of her best buds.

After the concerts, Alma and her mom introduced us to SunO Dessert, flavored ice shaved and topped with whatever you wanted and afterward, we got a hug before we left.

After spending an enjoyable week visiting in Atlanta, we’re on the road to see Alma’s dad. Well, we were. We had planned an oil change at the Choo Choo bus repair shop just outside of Chattanooga, so we spent Thursday night on the grounds ready to get in first thing Friday morning. We pulled in and they let us plug in so we could stay in the bus while they work on it. And we’re still here! Just a minor slowdown, we hope, but we’re still here until parts arrive Monday and they get them in. On the bright side, we were parked inside out of yesterday’s rain.

Today we’ve been driving around seeing Chattanooga. We discovered that today was graduation at the University of Tennessee, Chattanooga and we tried to attend a festival near that area but couldn’t find a place to park. Outlook Mountain is a major piece of the scenery in the area and we drove up to check it out. The view is spectacular and pictures can’t do it justice.

Ruby Falls is there, too, and it’s several hundred feet underground. We didn’t spend the money to go down but I’m sure it is worth seeing.

As we drove around, we came past the Chattanooga National Cemetery. It caught our attention by the beautiful white headstones, always lined up in every direction. Gravestones there date from the Civil War to the present. All branches of the military are represented.

We drove around with no map or even the GPS most of the time. Local people play ball and eat out just like the ones in every city we’ve encountered. We found food to our liking, a lot of (mostly) Baptist churches and we even found a yard sale! What else could we want?

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2 Responses to Headed west

  1. Becky Funke says:

    Wow, how Alma has grown…it just doesn’t seem possible that she’s a tween/teenager!
    Give your son our best wishes and thanks for all his service! I think of him every Sunday night when Jessica and I watch Coming Home.

    • 2010liberty says:

      He said he got quite a bit of screen time on Coming Home (sometimes just his jacket or his sleeve) a few weeks ago. He rode his motorcycle with the Patriot Guard to meet a guy coming home. So maybe you saw him and didn’t even know it!

      Alma turned 13 in April. It doesn’t seem possible she has just one more year before high school!

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