Adventures on December 25th and 26th

On Thursday, mom and I left Waycross and drove down to Frank's house in north Florida. About an hour into the drive, we passed through the small community of Stockton, GA, and decided to stop and check out the old school building:

It was boarded up, but not locked...
so we went inside.

Someone's using the main auditorium for storage and woodworking.


The classrooms were pitch black and I didn't have my flashlight, so I just stuck my camera in and snapped and checked out what I got later.


This room has a blackboard that still has writing! If I'd known it was in there, I would've gotten a clearer shot so I could read it!

I liked this shot, looking out the exit.

The weather in Florida was hot and sunny - t-shirt weather!

And mushroom photography weather

Frank collects old cars... so while he and mom were working on dinner, I poked around in his garages:

Frank's Studebaker

Frank's Packard

Frank's Ford

Frank's Corvette

Frank's 1927 Chevy

For some reason I neglected to take a picture of our dinner - it was absolutely delicious and I ate more in one sitting than I can ever remember doing! But moving on to the next day...

Leaving Frank's the next day, we passed this super awesome tiny trailer that MUST be a relative of my Spartan. I would *love* to own it.

Mom and I had to go to Lake City to pick up a car (long story) and on the way there we passed a Mosque - in Columbia County! I was quite impressed, as I'd had no idea there were enough Muslims in the area to warrant a mosque... and I was impressed by the fact that it hadn't been torn down by any of the Christian fundies who make up so much of the population down there!

After taking pictures of the mosque, we decided to drive by our old home to see what it looked like. We drove through the long loop driveway. The two videos below aren't too great and will probably only be of interest to people who knew me when I used to live there.

We stopped at Chris's to pick up Melissa's car... just in time to meet a stray cat that wandered up. I took him home with me, and I've named him Krosp, after the King of Cats.