Andon-Reid Inn Bed and Breakfast
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... br> He played in the water and tried to make friends with a little wet dog, but I think he scared the poor thing. It was one of the few small dogs that didn’t bark at him, though. He was most interested in the water, though. He really enjoyed himself.
After the playing was done, we headed back up the trail. We stopped once again at the first water crossing so Harley could get his feet cleaned off a bit before we took the asphalt trail back up ...
... months before I have to have Waffle House food again.
After dinner we headed back home. We pulled up a chair under the tree next to the coach and enjoyed the evening. Cheryl did some research so we could better plan our trip for tomorrow and I worked on the blog for a while. After a few mosquito bites, we decided it was time to head inside.
Since we were hoping to see the Blue Ridge Parkway we thought about just driving ...
... a chance to go above and beyond and learn more. I learned how to do weighted and unweighted transfers which is important skill to know for rescuing. I went above and learned how to set up top and bottom belay sights. I now feel comfortable going out and setting up a top rope sight by myself but having a certified knowledgeable body oversee. The instructor on this course even affirmed my knowledge of the ropes and encouraged me ...
... a gentle, uphill hike. At about lunchtime, we stopped to rest at a clearing alongside Big Creek. The water tumbled by over mossy rocks. Brilliant blue butterflies danced in the sand. A small band of horsemen approached on the trail, waving as they clopped by.
"Is that thunder?" I asked. Jen, one of our hiking companions, looked up at the sky, which was blue.
“No, I think that was an airplane.”
I heard the sound again. Admittedly, it was difficult ...
I must have been 13 or 14 the last time I was a guest at the Pisgah Inn. Being the oldest child, I got to share a room with my nana, which was just a treat. And I can remember sitting on the porch of our room, reading the August Back-to-School fashion issue of Seventeen magazine, trying to decide what new style I might like to try when the family did some shopping in Atlanta later in our trip. It was raining that ...