Ten days in Asheville, North Carolina and I wish we had ten more.... Every time we did something we found another thing to do. We'd be driving up the Blue Ridge Parkway on our way to a trail head and looking over the side of a bridge, there would be a bike trail, calling us to come ride. We'd be at a Mountain Music fundraiser and out onto the stage would come a clogging troup and now all of a sudden I have to learn how to clog. I haven't even got the steps down for Cajun two step yet! Not to mention know how to play a mandolin, dulcimer or fiddle. I do know how to listen though and the music was so beautiful and full of life. Then there were the trees. Every day something new was blooming. At this time of year the trees are starting to leaf out and giving us a pastel preview of what they will be in the fall. Pink, salmon, green, gold and burgandy. So now we have to see them in the fall. It's just that way around here.
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