I am not planning to change the settings of the blog to private, as I think anyone reading this found their way here through me or someone who directly knows me. And luckily I have never received any negative comments on my posts, something else that I fear would change my relationship with this space. When I started this blog it was strictly for me. I wanted to document our first pregnancy so I could always look back and read about the little details. Then, it kind of grew into what it is today. I expect that this blog will continue on something of the same path it has been on, perhaps with fewer posts but more meaningful content. If there is a recipe I want to document, I will post about it. Arlo's growth and development updates will continue. There will also probably be random life updates here and there as well. But as for the posts that were more geared towards capturing more followers, those are probably done. If you are here reading this, I am so glad you are. And I don't mind if you share the blog with people you know personally if you think it's something they might enjoy reading. My posts going forward will be things that I want to remember and read again. Which brings me to why I sat down to write this today. We took a little family trip to the mountains this past weekend, and it's definitely worth remembering...
The mountains are my happy place, and one of the main reasons that I fell in love with North Carolina and decided to move here. Every fall since we moved down south, Erik and I have taken a trip to Asheville or a nearby city. In light of the fact that this year has been an extremely expensive one for us, and our previous house still hasn't sold or rented, we almost scrapped our mountain trip this year. I am so glad we decided not to. I look forward to this trip so much, and always come home feeling happy and recharged. This year was no exception, we all had a wonderful time. This was Arlo's third trip to the mountains - last year he was not even walking yet and the year before he was still in my belly! We always stay in a place that is dog friendly so Lucy can come along. I like to think she enjoys the mountains as much as I do, but I think she is just happy to be going anywhere with "her people."
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| yay family wagon! |
Photo above taken on the drive out. If you look closely, you can actually see all of us (Erik is in the reflection of my sunglasses!)
We stayed in a little cottage up in Mars Hill, about 25 minutes north of downtown Asheville. It was somewhat slim pickins for lodging because we waited so long to book the trip, needed something in our limited budget and wanted a house that would allow dogs. So it was kind of in the middle of nowhere, and the pictures online made it look a bit run down. So, I didn't expect to like it as much as I did. There were two bedrooms, so Arlo had his own room. The living room windows offered the most beautiful mountain view. There was a full kitchen, bathroom, sunroom, and laundry. So maybe the floors were a little slanted and the heat was this weird underground propane blower that came up through a big grate in the floor. I think it just added to the character, and was just right for a weekend away.
We headed west on Friday morning, I would say early but that is only ever a pipedream when it comes to getting out of the house with a dog and a toddler. So we didn't actually arrive to the mountains until mid-afternoon, and we were starving when we finally got there. We had lunch at this adorable little restaurant in Boone called the Hob Knob Farm Cafe. Afterwards we found a neaby park where Arlo could run and stretch his legs after the drive. After picking up some groceries for the weekend at the local natural grocery store, we finished our drive to Mars Hill, and it was already getting dark by the time we arrived. Arlo of course was wired after sitting in the car for so long, but we managed to get him to sleep quite easily at a reasonable time.
The next morning we headed into Asheville for the day. We started in the west side of town, which is a destination itself. We did some shopping at the cutest kids consignment store, where we totally scored on winter clothes, boots, and a Halloween costume for Arlo. We had lunch and then headed over to a hard cider brewery that a friend had recommended to me. I felt a little weird drinking while having Arlo with us, but we ordered a flight (tray of small cider samples) and Erik and I split it. So we basically just tasted some different ciders, not really drinking enough to feel the effects. And Arlo didn't care, we were sitting outside where he could run around in their greenspace and use their corn hole game as a ramp for his trucks :)
We burned off the doughnuts by walking around downtown, doing a little shopping and enjoying all the things that makes Asheville what it is. For example, live music playing in front of the giant yarn-bombed iron.
It was late in the day by the time we left downtown, so we made our way back to the house, picking up stuff for dinner on the way. We might have also bought potato chips and ice cream that we later enjoyed with a side of doughnuts. Hey, it's called vacation for a reason!
On our way home the next day, we stopped at a pumpkin patch a bit south of Asheville. They had a corn maze and hayrides but we opted to keep it simple and just pick up some apples and cider, and take some photos in the pumpkin patch. Here are a few of my favorites:
See you next fall, Asheville.










