Along Morgan Creek

As far as landscape goes, Chapel Hill, in North Carolina is a world different than the Great Plains. Roads turn and curve all direction — I’m sure glad they got that mess figured out before they got to Kansas. The countryside and streets are lined with lush trees, deciduous and pine, sometimes draped with thick vines as shown here, and large crepe myrtle trees are in bloom everywhere. I’ve been singing James Taylor songs as I drive here, mostly “Carolina in my Mind”. I even drove over the James Taylor bridge. He was born in Massachusetts, moved to Chapel Hill when he was 3 years old, spending his youth living along Morgan Creek, over which the bridge passes.