The Hills Are Alive

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle. Sometimes, I think of myself as a Julie Andrews type of guy. No really. I do.

It’s not often that you look around and all you hear is music! Music as loud as any concert. Music coming thru the trees, in the breeze, on the water, in the river! The birds are singing, the bugs are flying, the sky is wide open! You can feel it all come over you! And that’s when you make a break for it. Yes. I did.

Girl Person has been giving me some freedom lately when it’s safe. And since there are no cars around, she let me run down some stairs to the bottom of the hill and back up. Problem is, when I ran back up, I kind of bypassed the roadblock of her and Digby waiting for me. And I ran into that open field just like Julie Andrews did! And I spun around and around! I didn’t know where to go, so I just kept running back and forth with Girl Person having a lot of anxiety. But I heard all that singing in the hills louder and louder! Everyone was joining in!

Don’t worry. Don’t worry. I stopped when Girl Person had a meltdown. She said she knew I would come back. Unlike Deputy Digby, I know I won’t be able to find peanut cookies in the woods.

The hills and mountains of this Virginia place really make us happy. When you wake up and you know you can see all this beauty without buildings around or lots of persons or traffic, it makes you feel like you are part of something. A beautiful earth with a beautiful song to sing.

Yes. I know maybe I shouldn’t have scared Girl Person. But really, sometimes, you just have to let all your doubts and insecurities fly away with the wind! You have to feel! Actually feel! So take off, leave it all behind, even if just for a few minutes and live. Because you may not get that chance tomorrow. The hills are alive! So are you!

It’s easy to forget who we are. We put pressure on ourselves. Our jobs and life put pressures on us too. Even the past can weigh us down and make us forget the things that make us happy. If you have forgot, the song of the hills will bring your memories back. Thank you, Virginia.

Today, we are headed to Shenandoah National Park in our fixed car! Check in to our Facebook page for updates!

Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

Run Of The Mill

This is Deputy Digby Pancake. Have you ever just decided to take a day and get in your car, or however you travel…maybe a van made out of pancakes and fueled by syrup…and see where it takes you? That was a long sentence, but I think long thoughts about pancakes.

That’s what we did yesterday. No. Not not in a van made out of pancakes. We took a drive and we ended up in some Maryland place. And we ended up at an old mill!

I never thought about what these types of buildings were. And you might as well call some of them a pancake nursery like a baby nursery. Because some of them made flour. You know. Where pancakes come from. I was old enough to finally get “the talk”.

Yes. This mill was pretty neat. The persons said it was here in 1771. And I thought about that. People have needed to make flour and other things from grains for a very long time. That’s a lot of pancakes and cakes and cookies and grits and other stuff. And it’s been here on the creek being all awesome for a long, long time.

But when things sit for awhile, they get problems and have to be repaired. And even though we know that there are a lot of mills in the world, it doesn’t make each and every one less special. Even if they need repairs and are older. Older than Brickle.

Girl Person said that long ago in this area in Maryland, oats and barley and wheat grew really good and they had power from the water sources to make the machinery work. It sounds like they really worked hard.

And so did this mill. And we are happy we got to see it.

There were many mills and they are were different and changed with time.

Time isn’t always the only thing that changes history, though.

Sometimes, what persons decide they want changes history. And makes things like these beautiful mills less valued. Less needed.

And I thought, I often hear persons say they don’t feel valued. Or needed. Or important. I hear them say they don’t feel like anyone understands their problems. Or hears them or sees them.

I’m here to tell you that you are not run of the mill. Your problems are not run of the mill. You’re not ordinary. What you have to deal with each day is important. Even if no one tells you so.

We all matter. Just like every mill matters.

It was used once, and hopefully this mill will be used again.

Because it is strong and important. Just. Like. You.

Stay tuned to our adventures over the next two weeks in Virginia and the surrounding areas! After our car gets repaired. Because yep. That’s the situation.

Deputy Digby Pancake

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