Our time in the mountains was magical. It was the salve for our weary burnt out souls that we all desperately needed. Nothing puts your worries into perspective like standing at the base of an enormous mountain. The moment we arrived, I could feel the stress rolling off of us in waves. We woke up each morning and drank coffee as we took in the spectacular view of the sunlight creeping across the face of the mountain as the dawn broke. Our little cabin nestled in the side of the mountain felt like our little bubble, floating above the valley below, miles away from civilization. We explored the surrounding attractions: Tweetsie Railroad, Grandfather Mountain, and the charming town of Blowing Rock. Of all of our adventures, one of my most favorite things was driving along those winding mountain roads. We watched the tree canopy overhead begin to change from shades of green to oranges and yellows just in the few days of our visit. I got dizzy looked down, realizing how close we were to the edge of the drop off below. We saw so many tiny houses built into the side of the mountain and wondered about the people who live there. Were they as amazed by the mountain’s beauty each day or had the magic worn off and faded into the background with tedium? I can’t imagine!
I hope it’s a trip that the kids remember forever. I know I will, there was so much laughter and fun: making s’mores, doing puzzles, riding the rides at Tweetsie, hiking, climbing, and exploring outside. I’m already planning our next adventure!
