Rootin' in West Virgina

I'm at an airport bar in Cleveland, OH. I've spent some time here before.

Last November, Continental flew out of my gate ten minutes before their flight time and I watched my plane take off from the terminal. I should've made them give me a free ticket for that.

But instead, lucky me, I got to spend a night in Cleveland at a Marriot next to the airport.

This time, I've fared much better. A great trip all around. A Dos Equis at my side and a full belly. Now I just have the second hour to wait for a connecting flight on to Minneapolis and then finally, to San Jose.

I'm looking forward to getting home, but it's been a great trip. I have numerous photos and video clips. This time I mostly just used my still camera for video because after using a 3CCD video cam, well, my old camera sucks.

Highlights on the path to reelin' in the deep rampy roots of my blood line...a play-by-play local tour by my Maine cousin Jim, UNDER the New River Gorge bridge, 851 feet of it....his gun collection, stories about snakes, seeing Mountain Stage's bluegrass and county at the Clay Center (see previous post for a short vlog), hearing my 90-year old grandmother and her sisters talk about old times and relatives, hearing about the Maine cousins too, getting a short road trip in with my dad and brother just before his 25th birthday, reading the Da Vinci Code, (finally) and shopping with my mom.

Oh, there's so much more, but this is the blog version. I guess this is more of an online journal than a blog. But, it works for me.

-K