That feels weird to say, but my reasons for coming here are gone. Don't see my doing white water kayaking anymore. Truth was I wasn't into it all that much to begin with; something else Mike pressured me into doing.
The town looks unchanged. So does the Ridge Top Motel. Feels outright strange being here just myself. I've done it before but it feels more....more "final" this time. As I said, it might be.
A lot of personal history here.
Came to the vicinity (the river) with CCR in 72 or 73.
Brought my 7th & 8th grade class from BSS here in 84.
Mary and I came here after we escaped from St. Ann's School and Fayetteville, me enroute to UNC and Mary looking to rebuild her life and escape from her past. It was here, overlooking the river and in the shadow of the old courthouse that she made the decision to make the break and go out on that proverbial limb. We had both just spent the summer at our LADY OF THE HILLS CAMP.
A lot of history here. Bunches.
The years have swept by. I neglected to say I lived in the RV camp next to the 'ridge top for several months. Yeah. History.
I head back to Florida exactly two weeks from today. I plan to stick by my decision. I needed to make one.
I'm meeting up with Robin, from my CCR days, tomorrow, in Hickory Nut Gorge, on the road that leads up to the site where Camp Chimney Rock once stood. Talk about history.
She's the only one who is going to make it to the Gorge near the dates we had set for the reunion. I better be ready if Mike shows up. He could. I just hope and pray that ?Robin isn't setting me up. Shouldn't be thinking the kind of thing, but I am.
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