Making Muddy Memories

My daughter and I have established a bit of a tradition.  Twice a year – once in the fall and once in the spring – we spend a weekend together hiking, eating, laughing, and sharing our dreams…and did I mention eating?  What has also become a part of the tradition is the inclement weather that tends to accompany these outings.

This past weekend was our fifth such get away, and once again, the weather was cold and rainy.  (That makes four out of five times that we have either had rain or sleet!)  Now, you would think that this might put a damper on the hiking, but we have come to take a kind of perverse pride in being the only lunatics on the trail.  We will often turn to each other with silly grins and say, “Where is everyone?”

Needless to say, I didn’t get to take my camera out much.  I did snap a few photos of Possum Trot Church –  a structure that was built in the 1850’s and lies tucked away down a dirt road in a remote part of the mountain campus of Berry College.  The founder of the college, Martha Berry, taught Sunday school there, and later acquired the building and added classrooms.  It is called the “cradle of the college” as this is where her passion for education was birthed.

I love the old wood and the feel of history that permeates the place; it feels haunted in the best possible way!

I didn’t get any horse pictures this time as the road to the pastures was gated off, but I did stop by the lake and visit the ever-present swam.

There were also plenty of deer about that were willing to pose in the drizzle.  There were several young bucks…

…and lots of lovely does.

While the weather wasn’t great for picture taking, I have to say, it was ideal for memory making.  I have no doubt that these mud-filled memories will be ones that I treasure for a lifetime.

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About kathydoremus

Wife, mother, daughter, and friend. One who dabbles in writing, thinks in rhyme, and is utterly unable to escape the allure of alliteration:) Amateur nature photographer. A backyard bird watcher, a hiker of non-strenuous trails to waterfalls, and a fan of Atlanta sports teams. Driver of an orange Jeep Renegade who goes by the name of Earl. One who is nourished by silence, solitude, and a good cup of coffee. A lover of God’s Word and the riches that are hidden there. An extremely ordinary jar of clay who longs to see and be satisfied by the glory of God, and to somehow display that in my everyday life.
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17 Responses to Making Muddy Memories

  1. Jill Kuhn says:

    So wonderful you get to enjoy this time with your daughter, Kathy! ❤️ I love your photos of the old school house – I agree with you, the old wood is beautiful! And nice that the swans and deer were willing to “strike a pose!” 😊

  2. Mary says:

    Love that Possum Trot Church (name and all) – so rustic and beautiful. Also, your photo of swans are lovely. Do you mind if I use it as a reference photo to try and paint?

  3. 1nmbirder says:

    What a wonderful tradition! Love love love the old building.

  4. Sounds like a lovely time despite the weather. Hopefully sunnier in the Spring!

  5. jmcheney says:

    Intrepid Women! Val de ri, Val de ra!

  6. Memories are in the heart, not on the blog, but thanks for sharing your rainy smiles! 💦🙂

  7. Love the Old Church building and the wildlife was beautiful. What a great time you two had in a lovely place!

  8. Tiny says:

    What a beautiful and weather-brave tradition, Kathy!

  9. Mom and daughter time is the best. Awesome church, what a beauty!

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