J and I have been gone for over two weeks. BigEd was away for part of the time and Mew boarded at the vet's office while he was away at the same time we were.
A week of the time was spent at 3,600 feet, in Roaring Creek Cabin between Maggie Valley and Waynesville, NC. The cabin was halfway up the mountain via a gravel road with winding (and one hairpin) turns. But it was beautiful being up on the side of the overlook with trees originating well below us and stretching the canopy up to surround us with flowing, light-spattered green. We rocked on the screened porch and felt the stress melting down between the floorboards under our feet.
Being sea level dwellers, at first we felt the effects of the altitude. The local populace calls it mountain sickness. After we acclimated, we did not want to leave. There was no cell phone signal in the cabin but there was a land line, satellite television and wireless internet.
My kind of roughing it . . .
3 comments:
Lovely picture. We missed you guys but are glad to know the stress just sloughed off while you sat on the porch. What a great word picture. Reminds me of when we were buying our current home and going back and forth while moving - as one drove northward, you could feel your shoulder muscles unknotting. Bet you have to get used to traffic roar all over again.
How beautiful! We are glad to hear everyone is home safe and sound.
We are glad to be home. J agreed with me that we need wings if we ever do this long a trip, again.
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