Spent several days in Asheville, North Carolina, for a pseudo-vacation. The original purpose of the trip was for Caryn and I to visit and feel out the town. We wanted to find out if it was a suitable place to consider moving to in the future. Sadly, we went before Spring really, well, sprung, so we only saw a few cherry trees in bloom (totally not a bad thing; I'm a fan of cherry blossoms). What we saw was still beautiful, but I can't imagine what we would have seen if it were Spring or Fall. Oh dear--Autumnal colors! How large would some of the leaves be? Larger than my hand? My head?
There are a handful of memories I hope I always remember--like driving along the Blue Ridge Parkway, in clouds so thick that we couldn't see more than a couple of feet in front of us; or frightening ourselves, while driving down the most twisted and remote road down a mountain, by imagining the residents were hillbilly zombies (cue stereotypical banjo plunking) who would pop up out of nowhere in the middle of the road, dragging a leg behind them as they made their way toward the car.
Those kinds of memories, particularly the last, cannot be properly expressed in a photo, but here are some that were...
...and that is, as they say, that. For now, at least. I still have more photos to go through, I think. Bless you, iPhone. For while you totally sucked at making me feel secure that, should anything happen to us, we'd be found by your GPS at 6000 feet above sea level, you still let me take as many photos as I wanted so that I could instagram them later. I salute you.