The North Carolina mountains, which we visited a week or so ago, look like they are the result of a master painter’s pallette, don’t you think? Well, I suppose they are, but real life and big and with God as the Master Painter Extraordinaire.
It was truly breathtaking to visit them while the trees were so colorful.
That’s my brother, his wife, and two of their children in the canoe, on their way to drop a couple of them off and let me ride with our little guy.
Our little gal was also waiting with us…
…and practicing her ballet poses on the shore, but she decided not to canoe. There’s plenty of that to be had at home; she chose to enjoy running over the mountain trails on the way back to camp instead of using the canoe to get there. The walk back to camp was definitely not mountainous, but anything bigger than a fire ant hill is a mountain to our little gal, who is Coastal born and bred.
I’m missing those crisp fall mountains today, while at the same time enjoying our 75 degree weather and blue skies here at home. Oh, if only I could be two places at once; I could enjoy it all!