Jared planned the trip, meaning there frankly wasn't a whole lot of planning, but Jared had it right this time. We drove up to Hickory after work, cranking an audiobook. We had booked that hotel the night before and collapsed soon after arrival. The next day was Blowing Rock, overpriced, and Grandfather Mountain, where we were drastically unprepared for the gusting wind and 50 degree weather. We climbed over the swinging bridge which was literally singing in the wind. As we walked across you could feel the wind nudging you forward. We hopped on the rocks all the way to the edge. Wind whipping, doing our best Pocahontas, freezing to death. Then there were adorable bears with weird matted fur.



Slick tennis shoes~


Next came Brunswick Stew and pulled pork. The restaurant also sold fried bologna sandwiches and please don't think I wasn't tempted. Also, the family behind us in line had left their dachshund outside and he broke free at least 4 times and wandered into the restaurant to find them.
More tomorrow I think :)
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