|This one is on the left side of Route 614.|
Today we take a peek at a few old structures lurking in the woods on my jogging route. Now that winter has removed all the leaves and vegetation, they're much easier to spot and photograph.
|Also on Route 614.|
Speaking of jogging, but entirely unrelated to old structures, leaves, and vegetation, Baby Sister and I are officially registered for another half marathon, this time in Nashville. We'll be flying out the end of April to run it with blog friend Lauren.
I'm really looking forward to it.
Anyway, the building above and below was completely hidden from view until loggers recently removed most of the trees. As I was running by one day, I asked the logger guy if he knew anything about the property. He didn't but he did point out another very old house sitting further back that looked very interesting. Since trespassing (and dodging logging equipment) would be required to get a picture of that, there are no shots of that house here, regrettably. But it's very alluring. One day I'll make it back there.
|On the left as you head towards Bethel Beach.|
|Near Beaverlett post office.|
|Route 614 on the right after you turn from Rte. 14|
|Old windows and old doors. Love them both.|
(Yes, I am a bit odd. No, I don't get out much.)
Before closing, I do have one last story pertaining to age and what is considered old.
Sunday my friend Alda had a Super Bowl party. I asked Son and Daughter if they wanted to go since I knew there'd be lots of food and plenty of entertainment. When I first asked them, there was no response. (No response means no.) I left it alone and revisited the topic a bit later.
CBW: "So how about coming with me to the party, you won't believe all the food."
Son: "Who's going to be there?"
CBW: "My friends and some of their kids."
Son: "I don't really want to go. It'll just be a bunch of old people."
CBW: "I don't really consider myself old, but point taken. There won't be any teenagers there, you're right. You guys stay here and enjoy yourselves, I'll be back later on."
So where did Son and Daughter end up watching the Super Bowl? Next door with my 71 year old parents.
Everyone was where they wanted to be, and a good time was had by all.
For the record, though, my friends and I are not old.