Do you know those days when you are just at your absolute limit with cabin fever and you MUST leave the house immediately or you feel you may somehow explode or cry or scratch your eyes out or something extreme where you end up in a puddle of tears and mush? After our last round of snow I made the decision to take a brief road trip. I didn’t even ask. I just started packing and told the members of our family that we were leaving in the morning and taking an overnight trip to visit a chocolate store. Thankfully I have a very easy-going family and they just packed their bags and went with it.
We really had no plan, other than our end destination was The Chocolate Fetish in Asheville and we were taking the scenic Blue Ridge Parkway to get there. Thankfully the sun and warm temperatures accompanied us both days, which lifted my spirits and saved me (and everyone else) from my bad mood.
(Bags. Check! Shoes. Check! Food Check! Pug. Check!)
(I think I ate my weight + The Mr.’s in trail mix.)
Stop #1 was the Black Mountains Overlook. We couldn’t resist the view, and I was hungry, again, so we made it our lunch spot. We pulled our grilled pork chops and salad out of the cooler, rolled down the windows, grabbed the baby out of the back for kisses, and chowed down.
(Yes, I said grilled pork chops. That’s how the Taylor’s do things. And we eat with our fingers too.)
Our next stop was Mount Mitchell. We have always wanted to hike the full mountain from the bottom, but with the little one, being so little and all, we decided to make the drive to the top, mingle with the tourists, and plan a hiking/camping Mount Mitchell trip for another day. Along the curvy drive to the top, our windshield was being pelted with water. We kept trying to figure out where on Earth it was coming from, until we rounded the final corner. It was ice! We left 70° at the bottom of the mountain and drove up to polar temperatures that required scarves and gloves.
Adorned in flip-flops, we strolled past snowmen and up to the observation deck.
(The arctic tundra at the top.)
Once we left Mount Mitchell, we had to end our Blue Ridge Parkway adventures due to icy road closures. Bummer. After backtracking a few miles, we navigated to the highway, found our hotel in Asheville, and ended the day early with baby snuggles, sweat pants, and hours of Nat Geo.
To Be Continued . . . . .