The Pierce Family

" A s   s o o n   a s   I   s a w    y o u,   I   k n e w   a n  

a d v e n t u r e   w a s   g o i n g   t o   h a p p e n."

 ~Winnie the Pooh

Road Tripping -- Appalachian Mountains // Back to my Roots

We drove to Virginia from Illinois. It was about a ten hour drive but with stops and two little kids on board it took us two days to drive down there. On the way, we wanted to stop and take pictures along the road and we stopped at this cute little church by the roadway. We passed hundreds of little country churches along the way too many to try to count. It was a little taste of rural America that I shall never forget.

This place. I want to go back so badly. The green hills and deep valleys below were stunningly beautiful. I love this place and can't wait to go back. Here is to traveling and seeing new places. Goodbye, Virginia, I shall miss you.

Bristol Renaissance Faire 2013

The air is hot and humid and I am wearing a quiet elaborate renaissance gown but I don't care -- in fact no one cares much about the heat. The smell of fried food, homemade fried potato chips, and pretzel dogs waif through the air around us. "M'lady's" sound from the mouths of passerby's as they doff their caps to us. I grab a big juicy dill pickle from the nice girl at the pickle stand and try to eat it quickly before all the juice slides down my hands. The joust is at hand -- come, we must cheer on our good knights! Pennant flags fly in the air, cheers arise from the crowds. I am cheering too -- I can hardly hear my own screams amongst the crowd. My throat is sore -- I am not used to yelling like that. The wind picks up and blows my hair and my skirts, it pushes itself against my face. It starts to rain, a great downpour from the black clouds overhead. We run back through the muddy streets passing by people who take shelter in the little shops along the way. I have to hold up my heavy skirts as I run faster, breathing in deeply through my lungs. I stop running but the rain does not stop falling. We walk through the gates and I look back over my shoulder. "Next year," I tell myself. "Next year I will be back again." 

Bristol Renaissance Faire -- 2013//A Short Film from Molly Dahl on Vimeo.