I spent the weekend in the mountains again. Years ago, my core group of friends were in Charlotte. These days, they've migrated to the hills. Laura and Tom are living together. Robert is only an hour or so away. I have to make a 3+ hour trek to get to them. But it's always worth it. Unfortunately, most of the fall color was already gone thanks to high winds and storms last week.
Most vistas uncovered a landscape mottled with green and brown.
Large swaths of the mountains are already denuded.
But there were occasional moments of greatness. Even with the bugs splattered against the windshield.
Speaking of greatness. Robert created his own costume. I was impressed. He did a fantastic job. He's the one that wired the kitchen and helped build the countertop forms.
But the highlight of the evening for me was getting to spend some time with my longtime friend, Tom. I would write his last name, but I would misspell it, still. There is no "z" in Whisenant. I had to use Facebook to make sure I had it right. I was way off. Regardless, it was a great night.
Laura stayed in, so she and I went for Mexican on Sunday. It was a good meal. I'd never had a torta before. It's like barbecue, but not quite, on a sandwhich. The conversation was needed. Thanks Lo.
It's 52 degrees. On Saturday morning, there was a frost on the parked vehicles. I am so not ready for this. Is it spring yet?