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by Susan Rissi Tregoning
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Our luxuriously soft beach towels are made from brushed microfiber with a 100% cotton back for extra absorption. The top of the towel has the image printed on it, and the back is white cotton. Our beach towels are available in two different sizes: beach towel (32" x 64") and beach sheet (37" x 74").
Don't let the fancy name confuse you... a beach sheet is just a large beach towel.
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Located along the Roaring Fork Motor Trail in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park is the smallest Grist Mill I have ever seen. Sitting half on... more
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Located along the Roaring Fork Motor Trail in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park is the smallest Grist Mill I have ever seen. Sitting half on the hillside and partially hanging over the Roaring Fork stream, Alfred Reagan’s Tub Mill was so well constructed and placed that it was still operational when all the other mills in the area were closed due to lack of water.
Water was channeled down this long water flume from the Roaring Fork to strike a primitive horizontal wooden turbine wheel under the mill producing the power to drive the millstone. One of the more unusual features of this mill, the bolting machine used to remove the chaff and separate the ground wheat into different grades, was hand-powered. Reagan’s mill toll was one gallon to the bushel of corn, and he made a few extra gallons of meal a week from his little mill.
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I'm a travel photographer that enjoys photographing United States architecture, nature, and transportation. As the 8th photographer in 4 generations of my family, I don't remember a time when photography was not part of my life. By the time I was five years old, I was standing on a stool in the darkroom, helping my dad develop pictures. It was my job to transfer the photos from the hypo to the water bath. I went to college for interior design. After I graduated, I had a long successful career as an art buyer and designer for a large home furnishings company. In 2006, I had a significant life change. My husband became a medical traveler, and I decided to put my career on hold to tag along. In the process, I found my roots again. What...
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