Fourth of July Week was our time for the Air Force, past and present. We had one couple here for five days, a third grade teacher, Lois, and her husband John who is a dentist and retired Air Force. They spent their days running the roads, seeing all they could, got in a few hikes, and were back at the B&B every evening in time for sunset. John is an avid photographer and set up his tripod and snapped away each night. For two of those same nights we had another couple; she also taught, and he was a retired pilot from the Air Force who went on to fly for the airlines.
Fast-forward, they all check out and the same day Frank and Janice check in to celebrate their first anniversary. She worked for the State Department and he is an F-16 pilot and instructor. Where am I going with all this? Don’t know. Wish they could have all been here at the same time, along with another F-16 pilot that stayed here last month. None of them know each other but it would have made for interesting conversation!
The evening of the same day Lois, John, and his camera checked out, and Frank and Janice were holed up in Gatlinburg waiting out a monsoon that dropped a couple of inches of rain in an hour, I had the most incredible sunset I’ve had in while. I was sitting in the living room when I realized the lighting was really eerie and the room was glowing. I managed to snap these photos between cloudbursts, spaced about 10 minutes apart. Too bad it was just me.
The next morning Frank and Janice are telling me about this frog that re-visited the same rock on the waterfall outside their room. After breakfast they went on a frog hunt in the back yard by the other waterfall. I have never really paid attention to what plops around in the pond as long as it is not slithering. Maybe I should start. There was a tiny little thing, about an inch long on the flagstone. I looked it up in my reptile and amphibian book and I’m dipped if I can tell if it was a baby green frog, or a baby common toad. The body looked a little like a toad and the head like the frog.
I had repeat guests here about a year ago and the first thing out of their mouth was, “Is the frog still here?” I said sure, we have a variety of noisemakers in the back yard. They said, “NO, THE FROG!” I said, “What frog?” They said, “The one whose picture has been on our fridge the past two years. He was sitting on a lotus pad.” I said, “Jeepers, I am a complete and utter failure as an innkeeper cause I don’t have a clue if it is the same one or not, and furthermore I don’t know where he/she might be at this very moment!” At least as far as I know, Janice didn’t take any photographs of the little leapers so I don’t have to go through this again. Hopefully. (Although, she did name the baby Lil’ Kermit….) Mizkathleen @Gracehill