Weekend Jaunts

For the last few weekends, Cheney and I have taken the opportunity to explore the area in which we live. We are only an hour from the mountains, so we've taken full advantage of the beautiful countryside with weekend drives. A few weekends ago we drove out to Cowpens Battleground, site of a Revolutionary battle that had a Colonial victory. This past weekend we went to Poinsett Bridge (a Civil War Bridge, Tryon, NC, and Saluda, NC on backroads. We discovered some beautiful little hideaways and fabulous mountain towns. After church on Sunday, we ventured up Sassafrass Mountain (the highest point in SC) and over to Lake Toxaway. We discovered Whitewater Falls while we were out. Hope you enjoy the pics of our great adventures.

Finally, Home!

We have finally moved into a house of our own. On September 29th, we moved into a 1950s farmhouse with an amazing view of the mountains. This was also Bogey's anniversary with us. We weren't allowed to keep him inside so we tied him outside. He didn't seem to mind too much.

The little house is old, but it has character. It fits us perfectly. We are beginning to repaint it and add our touch to it.

In Loving Memory

On October 3, 2006 I received tragic news at school. Our precious puppy, Bogey, had been hit by a car and did not survive. He was at my mother-in-law's house with Cheney gathering the last few items to move when he pushed his way out of the screen door without Cheney knowing. After a while, Cheney noticed that he wasn't in the house and began looking for him. He whistled and Bogey was across the highway. He tried to come back, but did not make it.

This loss felt like losing a child all over again. Throughout the battle with infertility, Bogey has been a source of comfort and joy. To have him taken away was almost unbearable. It has been an adjustment to our way of life.

Every morning, Bogey would greet me on my side of the bed with a nudge to let me know he wanted to get on the bed. After he hopped up, he would curl up beside me and sleep a little longer. After I got up, he would lie on the floor of the hallway while I got ready and wait patiently for me to let him out.

When I would get home from work, he would bolt to the door to greet me with a hug around my waist. We would usually head out to the lakes and go for a 4 mile walk around Furman University's campus.

At night, I would get in the bed to read for a little while and he would jump up with me until I turned the light off and fell asleep.

While I was suffering a miscarriage, he never left my side. He stayed in the bed with me and would only get up if I did.

Anytime we went somewhere, he would want to go, and many times did.

He will be greatly missed, especially by Cheney, who spent many days with him.