Whoa, that ain’t no mountain laurel!

Perusing this headline at WRAL made me think of a funny incidence on our arrival here Friday. Kelly went into the local grocery store to pick up some food. When she got back into the car, the smell of marijuana followed her. And it wasn’t just a whiff, it was very strong. Kelly of course doesn’t partake but it didn’t stop me from kidding her about it!

Driving back towards I-40 with the windows down, we were smelling it just as strongly, though there wasn’t anyone around, nor could we see any smoke from possible law enforcement burns.

It was really odd. The moonshine culture is alive and well here, so I’m sure the forests are full of it. Even so, I didn’t expect to be greeted by it when we arrived!

Greetings from 2,756 feet

We’re on Gateway Mountain now, just outside of Old Fort, NC on the edge of the Blue Ridge Mountains. Old Fort is exit 73 off of I-40, about 220 miles from Raleigh pavement-wise. We’re in a house overlooking the gorgeous mountains. Its surrounded by woods and up a quite-steep one-lane road.

I’d tell you how quiet it is here but the truth is the cicadas made a big racket last night. We must be surrounded by them. Even so, I think we’ll try sleeping with the windows open, because country noises can be soothing, too.
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