Camping

I don't care what anyone says. When you leave the sweltering hot city and go to the mountains, to relax, cook marshmallows, ride bikes, and sleep in a log house; it's camping. That is what we did this past weekend. I have been dying to get out of town. I have such a wandering soul and I needed to get out and do something! We were able to coordinate things to where we would leave Thursday night and come back Saturday. Stephanie and Bart went up earlier Thursday and we got up there about 1030 that night.

We stayed in Greer at the Greer Lodge. It's about a 4 hour drive from our house and it was pitch black driving up there with sporadic cell service. When we got up there we basically just unloaded and went to bed. It was so quiet we were afraid of getting in trouble for talking.

The next morning John and I were both up early and we sat out on our front porch and enjoyed the cool air and sunshine. There were trout ponds right out our front door that we watched people fish out of and watched birds; especially a hawk catch fish out of. We had tried to be good and bring food with us. So for breakfast we had cherries, bagels, and hard boiled eggs (gotta have your protein).