Fleas and Bees

What do you say to a friend that comes up to you after church grinning like a possum, asking if you want to go to the Pickens County Flea Market? YES! Of course!So here we are….at the Pickens County Flea Market, which by the way is only open on Wednesdays. We wondered "Why Wednesday's?" Well, from what we gathered it is such a special place, that you can park your RV right there and start looking at 5:30 AM! We think, those early risers are actually buying stuff for themselves to sell at their own table at a Saturday morning Flea Market.We pulled up around 10:00 in the morning and were astounded at the number of buildings, cars and people there were! Oh My! Now let me just clarify something here….this is not the HGTV Flea Market where there are tables of antiques ready for beautiful transformations and booths with amazing artisans. The majority of the tables were selling socks, soaps, crap and more crap. Unless of course salt and pepper shakers held by various animals is your thing.For you wine connoisseurs out there, I found a bottle cover. The tag says it is a vintage crochet poodle cover that could be yours for only $2! I do have to say, this vender has the right idea with his groupings of items.Now if during your shopping experience you needed a little snack, this guy picking his teeth sells The Best Boiled Peanuts amongst the onions, deodorant and Tylenol. His lighted candle helped with the whole ambiance that was happening here.All joking aside, there was some cool stuff happening, like these musicians who just gather to pick and sing. I wish I had been able to talk to some of the old timers. I bet this is the highlight of their week, to come here and make music.I really wanted a picture of this guy in the overalls playing the…barrel bass(?) But the doofus in the red shirt kept moving in my way! At first I didn't know if he was like the overall guy's guard or something, but no he was just a doofus. I guess I could have asked him to move, but I thought I was obvious.Need some beads? Oh my goodness! Angie found herself quite a beauty! And Charlie found some great deals on art supplies. Honestly, for non-perishables, there were some deals. I bought several sewing machine needles for cheap.And there were some gems among the weeds. There were several colorful produce stands which looked delicious.As crazy as these roosters may look to some of you, I actually have one 4 times bigger in my yard. Hmm…maybe this Flea Market is more in line with my tastes than I first thought.Out of the hundreds and hundreds of tables, I think we saw maybe 5 or six that had handcrafted items. I think these cutting boards are beautiful.I spied this artisan and had to look. She was such a delight to talk to. As I was admiring her jewelry, she said "I think you and I could be friends." Yeah I think we could. She appreciated me taking the time to ask about her craft. I fell in love with these earrings. She crafted every part of them with her hands. She is not in the right market place. She is not getting the proper recognition selling between the sock man and Miss 2005 Belk ornament lady.As the Flea Market was coming to a close, venders started packing their vans around noon, and we were starting to get a bit hungry. Yoder's Concessions was open for lunch. We could get a hotdog and eat it at a folding table in the 110 degree heat….or not.

Angie, Charlie and I decided that we needed to go to the big town of Pickens and have lunch. But FIRST, we had to drive around the corner and up the road a short bit to see this fabulous young man Zane! This is Angie's son who is working as a camp counselor-activities guide for the Clemson camps in upper state SC. I know exactly how it feels to see your sweet boy after time away…YAY!! We gave him our best loving (embarrassing) hello. We rolled our windows down and hung out the windows waving and yelling "Zanie!!!" Ok, so maybe that was just me, but we were all glad to see him.The next surprise stop was at a bee supply store. We had no idea one was on the way to the Flea Market, so we had to stop in for a look-see. We are standing in front of an educational viewing box full of bees. This store, The Bee Well Honey Farm, partners with schools by putting in these types of hives in schools to educate children of the importance of honey bees.It was fun sharing my new love of beekeeping with friends. I was able to ask a bunch of questions and chat with the owner and purchased some needed supplies. Angie, Charlie and I all decided that we could check the Pickens County Flea Market off our bucket list. But sharing a fun, laugh filled day with these girls will happen again. We are all up for the next adventure.

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A Desert Adventure

  Superman, the boys and I are here in Moab, Utah.  
Our first day here, we checked out Arches National Park. 

 Millions of years ago, ocean waves covered this area. 

 Doesn’t this look like something from Star Wars?  The ground here looks like sand in this picture, but it is actually something they call “slick rock”. When it rains they say the water will come through so fast, causing extreme flooding, due to the ground not being able to absorb the rain.

 This is Balancing Rock. I hope the people in the foreground help give you some perspective of how huge this is. Mind boggling, really. 

 Surprisingly, not many people out. 

 Delicate Arch. Doesn’t seem like that big a deal…

  Until you throw some people under there!  

 Trying to create a typical tourist photo, but not quite capturing the right effect. 

 Double Arches. Imagine million of years ago, when the ocean began to dry up, leaving behind miles thick layers of salty sediment.  

 Then as years pass, with wind, fault shifts and rain, the unstable salt layers begin to erode away. 

 The erosion leaves us these amazing arches. I think this landscape reminds me of the roadrunner cartoons. Beep Beep!

 And she conquers the world! Ok. So I really didn’t conquer the world, but I did scramble up this here rock face. Going up wasn’t the problem. It’s the coming down that provided much humor for Superman.

 Petroglyph drawings from the Ute Indians thousands of years ago.  

 The next day, we take “The Land Before Time” Canyoneering trip. Canyoneering is the process of traveling through steep canyons by hiking, scrambling, climbing, swimming, and  rappelling.  

 Ok so this isn’t the exact trail we took, but it is close. 

 There were many very narrow slots that we had to shimmy through or use what they call bridging. Bridging is your hands are on the opposite wall of your feet. You form a bridge over the water and “walk” your hands and feet to the other side.

  This was a very narrow slot we had to get through. On the left is the canyon wall and to the right, there is a petrified tree. We had to climb to the top of the tree, turn around, carefully place feet on wall,  then jump into the chest deep water. Hitting your chin on the tree as you jumped down would have caused great pain. 

 This is one of three rappelling we had to do. This particular one was 130 feet down. Yup 130 Feet!

 Do you see the rope? Old Mar shimmied on down that thing…No Problem! Actually, rappelling is not scary. I feel perfectly safe. I’m all harnessed up, safely secure with all sorts of ropes, carabiners, special knots and guys paying attention to all the details. We rappelled down a 75 ft drop and a 125ft drop. 

 As soon as we got to the bottom of this 130 ft canyon, we had to squeeze through a small crevice into waist high stinky water.  

 One of the many fascinating things I learned on this adventure was the durability of Mother Nature through thousands, even millions of years. This juniper tree (although not photographed well) is said to be thousands of years old. Thousands! That BLOWS MY MIND!  

 We saw a small pool of water, which our guide said is fed by a natural spring, so it has always had water in it. In this pool were tiny little critters that he said are same as they were in the prehistoric age. This area has not been ruined by developers, roads, railways….people.  

 It is always changing, but yet thankfully stays the same. My hope is that my fellow humans will continue to revere this land we live in. As for here in Moab, every day brings something new. Maybe it is 110 degrees outside today and the next day 90 degrees. On Monday a dry riverbed, and yet on Tuesday a roaring flood. To think that at one time a long, long time ago, this was somewhat flat land with an ocean covering it. And here it is today. Wow. 

Friends we are so blessed to have this at our disposal. Take care of it. Enjoy it.

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