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.
After another tour of the Christmas tree farms near the Cabins at Healing Springs, we packed up, checked out, and went in search of Doughton Park on the Blue Ridge Parkway.
The Blue Ridge Parkway? Definitely had leaves at peak:
The Cabins at Healing Springs are in a valley, sandwiched between hills owned by a lumber company and hills coated in Christmas trees. Continue reading
Sasso and I stayed in a cabin about 20 minutes from Jefferson, North Carolina: the Cabins at Healing Springs.
After a chaotic departure from home Monday morning (leaving Scott with the dishes in the process–sorry, dear) and what felt like an unnecessary amount of driving, Sasso and I arrived at Stone Mountain State Park.
It was worth it. Continue reading
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:
I can’t wait!