Day two of our spontaneous road trip began with a huge breakfast. Since what our hotel called “breakfast” was a plate of doughnuts, we drove across the street to Cracker Barrel for a proper plate of bacon and eggs.
The little one just couldn’t hold her eyes open for another second, so our dining experience was pretty uneventful, although papa kept spilling things on her head. So we improvised a gravy shield.
We had breakfast.
Charlotte had breakfast.
Opal had breakfast. And we were off in search of the chocolate shop.
Driving through Asheville, we kept mentioning to each other how glad we were that we chose to live in Boone. Downtown Asheville was pretty, trendy, filled with coffee shops and stores selling local fare, which is not our scene. We looked and felt like tie dyed fish out of our hippie waters, so we found our only downtown Asheville stop, The Chocolate Fetish. You walk past the giant iron . . . . .
and take a left onto Haywood Street. You will then smell the scent of chocolatey deliciousness, which will lead you straight to the front door of the shop on the left.
The Chocolate Fetish is filled with chocolate truffles, and chocolate rounds the size of CDs, and chocolate other things, and I so wanted a pair of chocolate cowboy boots.
After 15 minutes of torturous sampling and deciding, we chose our chocolate and headed out of the city and back to the trees on the Blue Ridge Parkway.
First stop, Graybeard Mountain Overlook.
We were so happy to see that the sun had worked its magic, the ice was gone, and the parkway was open for us to cruise the entire way home. Yay!
For our second stop, we decided to stretch our legs at the Green Knob Overlook, have some lunch, and save room to eat the entire bag of chocolate that we had been salivating over since leaving Asheville.
We chose three flavors of chocolate rounds; cookies and cream, peanut butter swirl, and s’mores. And I picked an extra toffee turtle for good measure.
That chocolate was good. And I mean good, good. After eating everything in the bag in under ten minutes, it was unanimous. The winner was the s’mores round just because it had Golden Grahams cereal and marshmallows mixed into it. Golden Grahams cereal people. My favorite!
After driving the next how many ever miles in a definite sugar coma, we made one more stop to stretch our legs again and give the baby a snack. We stopped at the Grandfather Mountain Overlook, also known as home.