Five days on the Blue Ridge Parkway. And it was amazing.
On my way to the parkway, I went on a hike to some beautiful waterfalls:
And then I was in the Great Smoky Mountains national park. A beautiful park I am sure, when you are not surrounded by a billion people, all clamoring to get in during the peak fall colors on the last weekend of the season. For me – it was madness, spending hours going two miles per hour around the scenic loops. I was restless, I was discontent. I drove through the park without enjoying myself. I spent the night in some boring town at a walmart where I fueled up and got ready for a day of driving in the mountains.
The next few days I was in heaven as I drove through bits of North Carolina, and most of Virginia. I’d stop in nearby towns when I needed some human interaction. Places like Asheville, Boone, and Forward Royal. I saw things like this as I drove almost the entire 500 miles of the Blue Ridge Parkway:
It recharged my spiritual batteries, and prepared me perfectly to spend a few days with my sis and her family in Virginia. A few days of romping around with six kids, and having a good ol’ time.