When my husband, Bobby, and I went to the Mohican Lodge and Conference Center, in February, we got there by going the long way. We saw the Gorge and the Covered Bridge that day. (You can read about those adventures here.) When we went to the Lodge for our anniversary earlier in March, we traveled a different way. The way we took, brought us right by the Pleasant Hill Dam.
If you have ever spent any time reading this blog, you should have deduced that of the two of us, Bobby is the much better photographer. He definitely has an artistic eye and the patience to wait for the shot. Plus he utilizes plenty of apps to enhance and perfect a picture. Me, not so much. This is one reason we are so good together. When we travel, I usually drive (unless the weather is bad or it is night). I say all of this to let you know that when we were traveling to the Lodge, it was Bobby who was driving. I got stuck having to take pictures. Traveling at 55 miles an hour and asked to take pictures of the scenery is not my idea of relaxation. Now, don’t get me wrong, Bobby doesn’t put this pressure on me. I worry about not getting the shot. He says, “we get, what we get.”
Throughout our trip, he had me have the camera (which is really his phone) at the ready for whatever seemed picture worthy. When the roles are reversed, he is always fiddling with his phone, taking pictures of this or that. For me, I need a little bit of direction to know what is worth capturing on “film.” Some things like a sunset are obvious, but capturing a sunset with a barn silo in the forefront, well, I would have never thought of that.
I think when we realized we would be driving by the Dam, Bobby might have regretted being the driver. He told me to make sure I was ready to snap pictures, well in advance to our arrival at the location. Again, he didn’t put any real pressure on me, it’s just I didn’t want him to be disappointed.
The road to the dam was curvy and wooded. When we made a bend in the road near the dam, the road opened up with water on one side and a field on the other. Bobby asked me to take pictures, so I did, nervously. I wasn’t sure which way to point the phone or what to focus on.
Once we got to the Lodge, Bobby took his phone back and began working his editing magic. What I thought were photos that might be passable, he made them look like they were taken by a real artist. I guess being married to one is the next best thing. However, he did say that if we decided to leave the Lodge the next day, he was going to go back the way we came and then stop at the Dam. I think he was wanting to make sure he got the shot he had already pictured in his head.
I think what he got the next day made him happy. I have since come to realize that there was more to see than what we saw. But that only makes it possible for us to go back. Next time, though, I think I’ll do the driving!