Today again dawned gray and overcast. I know I sound like a high priest of the church of meteorology, but there is a skylight right above our bed so it’s kind of hard to miss, and the weather is kind of important if you’re spending most of your day outdoors or on mountain roads.
We decided to hike the Crabtree Falls trail. The trail was challenging and the falls amazing, so if you’re ever in the area go ahead and hike it, just wear your waterproof hiking boots so you don’t care where you put your foot. And yes, we drove thru Spruce Pine again.
I treasure all the people we meet along the way, but today was tough. Not the guy with the Texas plates and (maybe) customized van who looked like he was working remotely from a scenic overlook on the Blue Ridge Parkway. Not the gal we met on the trail from Florida visiting Asheville for a bachelorette weekend who was getting her hiking in before her unathletic friends showed up. Not The waitress at the Chalet Restaurant in Little Switzerland (what a view!) who discussed life in the mountains and, yes, the weather. No, it was the three older people, well just the older gentleman who did all the talking. We first caught up to them just where the loop trail split and I’m just going to leave it that after four different conversations I came to the conclusion that he was utterly clueless yet always wrong. And that’s all I’m going to say about that.
I’ve noticed that most people drive pickup trucks up here in the mountains of North Carolina, what a surprise I know, but I am surprised at how many Subarus I see on the roads here. Honda CR-Vs, not so much.
Tonight laundry, Tomorrow Charlotte
