Coming through the White Mountains with naught but pine trees for miles, it's a real startle to see the blue LIBRARY sign on the highway. But sho' nuff, thar hit be....The Baldwin Cabin Public Library.
Hit whar Thurs et 11:30, but no one wuz in sight. Hit war snowin' on 'n' off so ah figgered they'd 'cided to leave erly.
Sometime after my fascination with dinosaurs I became interested in whips. It's a phase many children pass through, often marked by realizing "It's not as easy as it looks." So when I saw this book on the library shelf I thought I could "reframe" my early childhood. I was delighted to discover the author quotes Franz List, has a vocabulary that includes polysyllabic words and whose writings can be applied to life's mysteries. For sure someone at a "Munch" will know where to get a whip.
I was noodling around at the South end of the Carrizo Plain Nat'l Monument and stopped in at Tina's Restaurant to chide her about her nationalism (note flag out front).
She's a lovely and incredibly intelligent woman who (I hope) will add the flags I'll be sending her each month. She suggested the United Nations but I started with Canada's in hopes of increasing her walk-in traffic. The coffee was good; the conversation was nonpareil!!
The shack, as she called it, in the right corner, is her family home in the Philippines.