|Mom carrying a voluntary trash pick-up basket|
|Old Lefty scribbling his deepest thoughts|
During this same weekend they returned for another visit to Brunswick Town and Fort Anderson over in Winnabow, where you'll find some fascinating colonial and Civil War historical markers, foundations and information on the banks of the Cape Fear River just below Wilmington. Dad's posted photos and stuff from this site once or twice over the years. On the way to Brunswick Town there are several bodies of water where you're almost always sure to spot some fascinating wildlife, and this trip was no different. They'd pulled off the side of the road to look out over Orton Pond, and mom- who got to the bank of the pond first- whispered frantically for dad to hurry to her side, where they saw this gator lazily bobbing in the current.
You're probably thinking "what do pickles have to do with any of this?" Well, I told you it was going to be a mixed-topic post, and for whatever reason, dad felt the need to add this. This is mom's latest batch of pickles, and by now there is, sadly, only one partial jar left. So, yeah, there you have it. Sand-filled shoes, innermost musings in a mailbox, awesome up-close wildlife and, of course, pickles. Can it get much more random?