Wild Road Trips and Prince Caspian Productions—Part 3

Wild Road Trips(2)

You thought I was done, didn’t you?



I’m going to drivel on a bit more. See, on our way home from Greenville, we found the COOLEST little town in North Carolina. We stopped to eat, and take a walk through this park thing which turned out to be a college campus. (Oops.) There were all these neat old buildings that looked like George Washington built them, and Anna and I managed to turn it into a full blown photo shoot, despite the fact that we were still using peoples’ phones. That’s just what we do.

We also happened to be wearing the frumpiest t-shirts in our possession, ’cause that’s also what we do.



It’s time we faced the hard truth: If you’re a Baran, there is bound to be a photo-bomb SOMEWHERE, intentional or otherwise.



*inserts something dramatic*



*inserts something dramatic about gladiators and our inevitable doom*



Believe it or not, I straightened this picture. Yet somehow, it still managed to be crooked.



I have about seventy-two pictures that look like this, but I’ll spare you that monotony and only share one.



When you’ve just seen a Narnia play, the only right thing to do is pretend you’re in a snowy wood with the first lamppost you come into contact with.

I think my bright pink shoes spoil the effect.



This is the closest I’ll ever come to looking like a superhero.



Anna, looking lovely, except for the t-shirt. I did warn you about the shirts.



Anna’s approach vs. mine.



Meanwhile, in Dad’s head…

I have no idea how to use this thing.

I also took a picture of his stellar parking skills, but for some reason, the phone won’t let me get to it. Lucky for him, I suppose.

I am extremely grateful that I have a family who lets me make fun of them.

Anyway, after that, we opted to get ice cream instead of leaving right away.


Because we’re Barans, and what else would we do?



Mop, getting animated.

Then it was back to the car for another very long day of driving and listening to Anna wax eloquent about the brain, most of which I do not remember.

And THAT, folks, concludes my fascinating and monotonously detailed account of our trip down South. To summarize:

It was a good trip.

Goodbye now.



25 thoughts on “Wild Road Trips and Prince Caspian Productions—Part 3

  1. Sarah,

    I live in NC, and I was wondering what “COOLEST little town” you were taking pictures of. And, I didn’t think your t-shirts were frumpy until you mentioned it, then I just shrugged and said, “Who cares? We were looking at the architecture, not what you’re wearing!” There is no need to break the mood with mentions of inappropriate footwear for the mood. If you get the mood, don’t break it!! I loved the picture of Anna touching the huge columns. I also liked the one of you at the lamppost, until you mentioned your shoes. ):


    1. (Well think of it this way: if she were actually in Lantern Waste coming from her own world, she WOULD be wearing her own shoes. ๐Ÿ˜‰ So it works.) (And I pay attention to what people are wearing—especially when they’re partly the object of the picture. But I did’t think the t-shirts were so awful either. Though it WOULD have been nicer if you were in flowing medieval gowns. Or leather jerkins and capes. All that rot. *sprinkle of golden glitter* )


      1. I think we can agree that EVERYTHING would be nicer with flowing medieval gowns and all that rot. XD

        And to be totally honest, I mentioned the shirts and shoes for my own personal entertainment. I get a kick out of beautiful architecture and clothes that don’t quite match. ๐Ÿ˜‰ (Though that IS my favorite pair of shoes, I’ll have you know. ๐Ÿ™‚ )


        1. I also like the idea of the medieval clothes and leather jerkins. I’d probably wear both, and then wish I hadn’t when I started to sweat to death. ๐Ÿ™‚


  2. Oh, and your approach looks like you are flying on a broom handle and showing off, saying, “Look at me! No hands!”
    Your approach is way cooler.


  3. You drove through North Carolina without stopping to see me? How dare you. I’m also curious as to what coolest little town you visited. ๐Ÿ˜‰


    1. AGH, FORGIVE ME! Hey, I didn’t know you lived in NC.

      It’s this little town called Davidson, about a half hour north of Charlotte. SO. PRETTY. And old. There are all these buildings from 1914 and such. It’s cool.


      1. Sarah,
        What’s your email address? I would really like for you to read one of my finished stories and tell me what you think, but only if you would like to.


        1. Hey, that’s fine! I’ve been meaning to read your serial story too, but so much has been going on this last week, I haven’t had time. I’ll drop a line through the contact section of your blog. (Privacy, you know. ๐Ÿ™‚ )


  4. Whatever you may have been THINKING, you were at least LOOKING appropriately interested in whatever in the world I was animatedly pointing at…

    And correct me if I’m wrong, but judging from the expression on my face in that pic, I believe I had assumed the “homeschool mother” role…was I waxing eloquent ..?? ๐Ÿ˜

    Actually, I KNOW what you were thinking…”Archie! For mercy’s sake…!”. Fill in the blank. ๐Ÿ˜‚


    1. “SHUT UP!!!” Yes, I know. ๐Ÿ˜‚ In my defense, I believe I was actually thinking about ice cream. Shock shock.

      You always wax eloquent. After all, Anna had to have gotten it from SOMEONE.


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