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We have come to the end of another month so I thought now would be as good a time as any to go on a written journey back through the days of June.

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I might have taken one or two usable photos in my journalism career. I like to think I’ve gotten a little better at less blurry pictures.

I thought I’d revisit my family’s trip on part of Route 66 since today’s WordPress Discover prompt is “street,” but I couldn’t find any pictures of The Main Street of America’s pavement I actually took.

I did find some pictures of streets on my IPhone camera roll so I put them in a gallery. There’s some info about each picture after the “more…” jump if you’re interested in a little backstory.

I hope these pictures bring memories of your happy times on the open road.

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I pushed my lawn chair into the sand and sat.

I was part of a small crowd, which had gathered on the beach to witness the aftermath of a seldom-seen spectacle of nature.

The crowd included several small girls, who giggled as they flipped through pamphlets and stared with wide-eyed wonder at a little indention on the shore of the Gulf of Mexico.

The spot was the only visible sign of sea turtle nest No. 20, which had hatched a few days earlier.

While the crowd watched, trained volunteers dug into the sand below the spot until they reached the chamber of the nest.

They lifted unhatched eggs, broken eggshells and one dead hatchling from the chamber to be recorded before they buried them again.

All of this amazed the group of small girls, and I heard one of them say they’d seen history.

I smiled and thought about how amazed they’d be if they were ever around when one of those nests hatched.

I saw a sea turtle nest hatch once.

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Mama and I were enjoying a breezy evening on the front porch of a cabin in the Black Hills of South Dakota yesterday when our neighbors opened the door to their cabin.
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My phone was going crazy, and it wouldn’t stop. The screen showed a flash flood alert, but I dismissed it and glanced up at a small sliver of road through a rain-soaked windshield.

I was on my way to Georgiana, on a trip to see the museum inside Hank Williams’ boyhood home. (more…)