High Grace Farm

We survived another Friday the 13th!  So far, that is 100% success in avoiding the storied fears of haints, walking under ladders and black cat sightings.

In fact, spent an enjoyable day with the family of the youngest of the Jumper "little guys".

Their High Grace Farm produces pretty calfs and beautiful girls with Gracie now taller than her wonderful Momma and Faith cuter than a new speckled pup!

Such great, from the heart conversation while drinking an endless pot of coffee, and sitting around their kitchen table...just the way life is supposed to be.

And for the record, the rumors of Faith turning to cat burglary are unfounded, although she did have her .22 cal standing by the door, so don't try to visit unannounced.



Rainy couple of days in F'ville, just as drury as the pic below indicates... 

Unfortunately no "Carolina blue" sky today, but hoping to see some this week as we head to the Outer Banks. 

Staying at the Fayetteville RV Park and Cottages which is a gem of a place just off 95 and too conveniently located 5 miles from D and J's farm. 




All the rain reminds me of when we left Windy Hill...

We pulled the Fox off the hill with Clyde hitched up in full harness - just - as our weather window was closing on Thu. 

Our surprise 12 inches of snow over the weekend had totally melted on Mon and Tue, helped along by a fair rain.  As a result, we had a mud fest going, with the forecast of a continuing warming trend all the way through Christmas.

We had one very small window to depart with a 14 degree freeze on Wed night, which would sufficiently harden the mud to prevent burying Clyde and the Fox.

As we pulled out on Thu morning, the temperature had already started to quickly rise back towards 32 degrees and was still climbing...we truly had reached a cutoff point where it was questionable for our getting out. 

But we made it through the mud and off the Hill.  I'm beginning to believe if Clyde tried, he could pull a train!





I have to admit, it was a bit emotional to depart Windy Hill.  As we pulled away, we had a full view of Windy Hill with just the shed and a tarped tractor, all sitting lonely on the mountain.

Windy Hill is our planned forever home with the time we have left on earth, and it kindly brought a lump to my throat as we were driving away, knowing we could be gone for a while.

But as Judy said, it feels like we are really on our way now...we didn't know that we wouldn't be seeing Windy Hill again for another 3 months...



Heading back to High Grace Farm this morning for more coffee and conversation.


 Let the adventure continue...