I love the way the clouds settle into the mountains, becoming part of the landscape. Grandfather Mountain is completely obscured in the background.
This year more than ever, it has felt like an escape to head north to the beautiful rolling hills of the Blue Ridge Mountains in western North Carolina. We first came up to the area knowing no one, and as the years have gone by our hideaway has been filled with new friends and existing friends who have joined us in this peaceful slice of heaven.
Jealously, I had hoped in this year of Covid, with all festivals and events canceled, that the NC High Country would be our secret. But as more Americans have sought refuge in the great outdoors, the area has actually been pretty crowded.
As the leaves have fallen, the crowds have diminished, and I feel like it’s all ours once again.
When leaves are way past their prime, off the trees, dried-up, and crinkly – then it’s time to play! These leaves are made for stomping, shuffling, jumping, and tossing in the air – who knew it could be so much fun.
