The mountains are calling

The beach is great.  I’ve been to some beautiful beaches, and I am always happy to see more of the ocean.  But my longing to go to the mountains is deeper, longer-lasting, more constant.  (And me saying this has nothing to do with the recent spate of shark attacks on North Carolina beaches.) Last week, I read a New York Times travel article about Asheville, and since then I’ve been reminiscing about how much I loved our trip to Asheville and Pisgah National Forest last August. And also playing, like the total novice I am, with the photographs I took on the trip in Photoshop.


View from the Blue Ridge Parkway. This picture used to be very, very blue.

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Planning my first trip!

On Monday I am heading off into the wilds of the northern Blue Ridge for my first solo (plus Sasso!) trip.  We’ll be staying at a cabin in the northwestern corner of the state, near the Virginia border and several state parks.  I’ve got short hikes picked out for each day and I’ve heard rumors the cabin is near a hot spring.  There will be expeditions into local towns for food and local flavor, but I plan to spend substantial chunks of time curled up in my cabin with Sasso and a good book.

The fall color is supposed to be at peak, so I fully expect it to look like this:

From, the site that tells me the leaves are at peak.

I can’t wait!