The glimpse of spring Pickens County received over the weekend only served to make me want more. More sunshine, more time to be outside, and more time to daydream like I did when I was a younger man.
It just so happens I had to work, if you could call what I do a job since I am so passionate about it, and that meant I had the chance to cruise all over the county (and even a small part of western North Carolina). What a great weekend following a couple of snow storms that created entirely new trust funds for the heirs of the bread and milk industries.
I’m a sunshine baby, that’s all there is to it.
I live for 90 percent humidity and temperatures in the upper 90’s. I love the lake, the ocean, and even a slip and slide if I can’t get a little of column A or B. There’s nothing like the feel of the sun beating down as it refuses to give up its hold on the sky until the wee hours of the night, the moon having to struggle to claim its place while we all hold on to as much day as we can, while we can.
I do realize this last weekend was a tease and nothing more. I know we have some colder weather ahead and there’s nothing we can do to stave off a few more weeks of a nip in the air and cold brisk mornings with frost on the windshield and idling engines. Even the biggest case of denial isn’t going to change the fact we’re not quite there yet.
Did I allow that to stop me?
No, I still found myself thinking of convertibles and vacations, freshly mowed grass, and the enticing aromas of grills wafting their way through the neighborhood … not to mention swimsuits and glorious golden tan skin. Even in the face of the fact this was weekend’s weather was nothing more than a blip on the radar, I was still as caught up in it as everyone else.
Denial is an unbelievable thing, and I admit I fell prey to it as much, if not more, than everyone else. I’ve already begun to plan more vacations this summer than I have days for, all fully equipped with fruity drinks complete with umbrellas and waitresses in grass skirts. Polynesia, I think. At least in my imaginations that’s what it looks like.
But, because I am the consummate professional, I may have found a way to make my warm weather ramblings maybe even fun for you. So, barring any unforeseen circumstances, such as my own boredom, I plan to do a once per month Day Tripper piece, perfect for warm weather fun and less than 360 miles away.
First on the list will be Flat Rock, N.C. The truth is, I’ve already cheated on this first one. I began my research last Friday on a little drive already … Now if the cold doesn’t kill my motivation, this could be fun for us all. If nothing else, I’ll get a tax break next year and have plenty to talk about.
D. C. Moody is a staff writer for The Easley Progress, The Pickens Sentinel and Powdersville Post and can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org. Views expressed in this column are those of the writer only and do not represent the newspaper’s opinion.