We traveled to Athens, Ohio primarily to see an exhibit of modern quilts, and I thought that I would lead with that post, but the venue seemed a better introduction.

​The tiny simple hut in the left foreground housed six freezing, starving soldiers of the Continental Army.  

I love checking out names for the "dots" that I see on the atlases as we travel.

I found my pictures!

If you travel the very Northern portion of California's Highway 101, you get used to seeing the Benbow Inn, and thinking "One day I'll find out more about that, or stay there," just before you get to Garberville.

Over time I have come to realize that Mark and I see - and blog about - the places that we visit very differently.

The Virginia Quilt Museum has relocated to a former barn in the Silver Lake Historic District, near Harrisonburg, Virginia.

Cheri and I have enjoyed watching the Salvage Dogs show on television over the years.

Tourist areas can contain some surprising finds.

Cheri generally scouts “experiences” for us.

A couple of years ago Mark and I stayed at a hotel near Market Square in Knoxville, Tennessee.

Two years ago, Mark and I were tooling the roads northwest of Winston-Salem and happened upon the building I featured in my last blog post.

Returning from a quick trip to Virginia, Cheri was navigating using one of our large atlases. 

We did not have a lot of time to spend in South Boston when we visited a few days ago.

Mark and his dad took off on their own today, so I wandered towards downtown.

In a residential suburb of Atlanta known as Buckhead, the Atlanta Historical Society has its museum, and on these grounds the Swan House is open for tours.

I just spent the last two days at QuiltCon, the national show of the Modern Quilt Guild.

A couple  of days ago we posted about Lewisville, Arkansas.  I wanted to add more pictures, focusing mainly on the seemingly abandoned print shop and the architecture of the buildings surrounding the town's primary intersection.

A few days ago I mentioned that Mark and I had happened upon Lewisville, Arkansas near sundown, as we were on our way to northeast Texas in December.

We left the Bulverde area of San Antonio after a long hug with my dad, a hug and thank you to my sister, and handshake with my brother-in-law.  Cheri had the road atlas in her lap and I had the wheel in hand and we started heading east.  After driving through Geronimo, we made our first stop:

So we were surprised to learn that the population of Charleston is only about 150,000.  I had expected it to be roughly the size of San Francisco, which has a bit more than 800,000 residents.  What I am sharing is a reflection of losing pictures from my phone, however, rather than a lack of subject matter!

Founded in 1670 and named to honor King Charles II, Charleston sits on the confluence of three rivers and the Atlantic Ocean.  It has been very significant historically from its inception.  As we were visiting just days after Hurricane Ian passed through we were not sure what we might see.

We are camped - though in the trailer it is more "glamp" than "camp - in Sesquicentennial State Park.  Nice and quiet, surrounded by lots of tall trees.  Cheri was on a mission today to see quilt shops and architectural salvage shops.  She will have to fill you in on her day later. 

She dropped me off in a parking lot on the side of the road and drove away.  I had my camera, and the parking lot was the Revolutionary War History Center of Camden, South Carolina.  107 acres of history; I was set for the day.

Bonus points if you can tell me before looking at the picture below what these four men had in common.  Arthur Middleton, Edward Rutledge, Thomas Heywood, Jr. and Thomas Lynch, Jr.

As soon as we arrived in North Carolina a year ago, I started joining local quilting guilds.  One of them is extremely casual:  no shows, very minimal dues, and meetings at the Winston-Salem Dash baseball stadium.

This week we had a five-day retreat in Valle Crucis, a hamlet about 20 miles from the Tennessee border.