So here’s a summation of a few of the places that caused nap-time, not write-time since Easter:
Laurel River was a lovely, easy walk along Laurel Creek where in order to see it meet up with the French Broad Rover, we’d end up on the other end of the tracks.
There are even boulders to make sure nothing too wide could get through.
Every weekend--barring rain or laziness (on my part, not Tucker's), we've been out in the woods. This was just a few of our adventures worth noting. Two weeks ago I finally got the courage to believe I could do the strenuous 5 mile round trip up to the highest peak this side of the Mississippi. And that deserves it's own entry. So stay tuned...