It was foggy, really, really foggy. We were up inside the clouds where it was also rainy and windy.
Since the beauties of nature were, frankly, a little gloomy, we hightailed it out of there made our way back down the mountain and headed for the nearest yarn store. Silver Threads and Golden Needles in Franklin, NC. Where the memory of just how much yarn I bought at Stitches kept me from buying more.
We inquired about lunch and were directed to a French restaurant behind the “Hot Spot”. The Hot Spot turned out to be a gas station and there was indeed a restaurant on the back of the station. We had a lovely lunch. Mine was so pretty I had to take a picture of it.
The restaurant was owned by a man who had retired as the chef of a well known resort and it did indeed have more than french fries on the “French” menu. It also shared the bathroom with the gas station. The bathroom was everything one would expect of a gas station bathroom including a condom machine which offered a random selection of prophylactics from all over the world.
We travelled back thru the Cullasaja River Gorge which was quite beautiful.
We stopped off in Highlands where I bought a small treasure- a tiny- like maybe 2 inches big- leather bound book. A miniature copy of Twelfth Night by Shakespeare which is only my favorite Shakespearean play.
We all filled bags full of licorice all sorts and other goodies from of the candy shop and headed back up the mountain.
Where the fog and rain rolled in and rolled out all afternoon and we knitted and talked and watched funny movies and ate things we wouldn’t admit to eating at home and we had a fine ol’ time doing it.
I’m so glad I got to go- Thanks, Diana for sharing your vacation and thanks to Jane for driving.
It was a good time, wasn’t it!
Oh that sounds and looks like a lovely time!
It was nice reliving that again. It was a fun weekend, despite the rain.