There’s a state park about thirty miles northwest of Greenville that promises miles of hiking, spectacular views, and an amazing waterfall.
In reality, with the lack of rain this year, Caesars Head (there’s no apostrophe in the official spelling; as such, I’m not sure how to interpret that) managed only two of the three.
The Girl was thrilled all the same.
Once again, we found ourselves at Graveyard Fields this weekend.
Last time we were there, L was much smaller:
I’ve a feeling that, as long as Dziadek is here, we’ll be doing a lot of repeat trips.
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Last weekend we had both grandfathers with the Girl. One fed:
The other entertained:
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We all went down the other evening to shoot some pool.
Last Sunday we went to Chimney Rock.
Again…
When Dziadek was planning his trip, he’d looked through all the pictures of where we’d been with J (and where she’d bought spoons…) and decided that, having saved up some money, informed us that he wanted to go on one “real” outing, and the rest could be “little spoons.” (It sounds better in Polish.) So he came with plans to go on one big trip and instructions to bring home spoons from everywhere he’d been.
Chimney Rock was our first “little spoon.”
“Mamus juz tu byla?” he asked.
“Yes, she’s been here,” we responded.
“Nie musimy kupic lyzeczka, co?”
“No, we don’t have to buy her a spoon.”
Dziadek had never eaten shrimp in his life, and so K and I had to correct that situation.
Ribeye steak, marinated chicken, grilled shrimp with garlic, baked potato, and corn with lemon and cayenne pepper (learned from Chhavi).
K’s father came for a visit. He brought mushrooms that he picked and dried this year; he brought plum vodka that is to die for; he brought oscypek; most importantly, he brought himself.
Dziadek has a personality that is difficult to describe, but easy to discern from his facial expressions.
K’s mother flew in from Poland, arriving Thursday evening. US Air lost her luggage in the flight from the Windy City to Charlotte, but otherwise, it was a relatively survivable experience for Mamus.
When someone’s coming from rural Poland, there’s a certain amount of joy in thinking about all the things you can introduce — namely, food. My mother-in-law has never had fresh pineapple or cantaloupe, so we bought one of each before her arrival. She’s yet to try them, but biscuits — big, fluffy Southern-style biscuits — were a big hit, as was Ben and Jerry’s pistachio ice cream.
We have our own list, but perhaps there are other things she should try while here?