Eat Chik-fil-A for breakfast.
Our mountain trip started bright and early [7:30 am!] this morning. It was raining in Char-town, but by the time we made it to the apple orchard outside Hendersonville it was sunny skies all the way!
There were rows upon rows of apple trees, just begging for me to pick them.
Or just play hide and seek among the branches.
And dance and spin along the rows.
Jumping for joy…
We posed our family for a nice photograph.
Yes, this is a perfect representation of our family.
And this is a perfect representation of me.
[I believe I can fly…I believe I can touch the sky. Spread my wings and fly away…]
Really, no apple picking happened on this trip. Or flying.
Plenty of hiding in the bamboo, yes.
Playing house? Check.
Playing apple? Check.
Or were they admiring us?
Meredith and I had serious doubts about this one’s viability.
But we shouted at him, and he stirred.
Ahhh, he’s not dead.
And then I played with Linden’s new lens.
Hint*Mama D, I need one of these for Christmas*Hint
Plus, all the girls gathered ‘round Aunt Mel.
We love her.
Since actual work [aka, picking] was not on our agenda, we ended up at the store to buy the already picked versions of apples we wanted.
Fuji, Pink Lady, Cameo and Macintosh.
Look at all the pumpkins and gourds!
Apple butter, pear butter, PUMPKIN BUTTER!
Hello, little jar. I believe one of you is coming home with me…yes.
Pops took donuts home with him. IN HIS BELLY!
And I thankfully spotted this sign:
Cider? Yes, yes!
Would you like a caramel apple with that?
Fingers sticky and bellies full we proceeded onto Mama D’s favorite attraction in all the NC mountains.
Yes. The Carl Sandburg Home.
He wrote a book called Rootabaga Stories in 1922. Years before I was born, but Mama D. made me read it anyway.
Approaching the house it appears Cecily had the best mode of transportation.
But who cares? Meredith, Sabrina and I made good use of a bathroom mirror.
[I washed my hands first.]
And then we hiked.
[House in the distance, AHOY!]
And wooly worms.
Past walls of ivy.
[Ah, Sabrina! So gorgeous!]
And gates of white.
To the goat dairy!
A goat dairy! Who wants a big cold glass of goat milk?
I found my true love.
And a swimming hole.
All my life I have wanted to swim in a swimming hole. I almost jumped in. Alas, it was about 60 degrees and I had no change of clothes.
And me jumping in would have marred this beautiful reflection. Can’t have that.
What I CAN have though, is lunch.
We departed the Carl Sandburg Home and ended up in Maggie Valley around 4:30. I guess we shall call this meal linner [lunch + dinner]. I did have a few crackers, fudge and things to keep me going through the afternoon, not gonna lie.
At Garlic Knots, we ordered garlic knots. [OF COURSE!]
I had two. They were quite delicious.
Also I had a salad.
It was not quite as delicious, but edible. I much prefer a salad made by my own hand, thank you very much.
And after much argument we decided upon two pizzas, Hawaiian and Meat.
I had the Hawaiian x2.
And we drew some flowers on the paper tablecloth.
I bet those people love us.
In all sincerity though, we really enjoyed dining at Garlic Knots. If you are ever in Maggie Valley, NC I fully recommend stopping in. Order a garlic knot. Or two.
As we were leaving the restaurant, we noticed the mountain in the distance.
[Great Smoky Mountains, what, what! See where the name comes from?]
Also we were attacked by vampires.
And not the Edward Cullen kind either. The Buffy the Vampire Slayer kind. AND IT WASN’T EVEN DARK OUT! Plus the picture is showing up on my camera!!! What is the world coming to????
I ran for the hills.
Then I realized I was already in the hills, so I climbed back in the van. And we rode to the uber-politically correct town of Cherokee. Where you can gamble. And watch [and I quote] ‘Live Indian Dancing’ as well as purchase ‘Indian blankets’. I purchased an Indian blanket, but I prefer to call it a ‘Native American Blanket.’
Seeing as it is already late, I’m going to go curl up with it. It’s quite cozy.
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