blue ridge parkway

Graveyard Fields

We hiked Graveyard Fields off the Blue Ridge Parkway twice within six months thirteen years ago:

Graveyard Fields

Repeating Ourselves

K and I are certain we went a third time — though we think it was actually our first time. There’s no mention of it on MTS; I can’t find any pictures of that trip. Still, K and I are certain we went.

This morning, we went for the first time in about thirteen years. The last time we went, L looked like this

Today, when we made it to the same location, I had the Girl stand roughly in the same spot to take a picture:

Where did that little girl go? We’ll be asking the for the rest of our lives, I realize, but every time I ask that question again, I’m surprised again.

Blue Ridge Parkway

Having J in America has meant re-visiting a lot of places: Biltmore, parks, etc.

This weekend we finally went out to the Blue Ridge Parkway, specifically Craggy Gardens…

And Mount Mitchell

It was, I believe, J’s first “true” picnic. The tradition in Poland is equally pleasant, but a little more “adult.” It involves a bonfire, some sausage, and a lot of vodka.

The last part is optional, but once you say “yes” to an offered drink, turning down a subsequent shot is virtually impossible.

And that’s why the thought of posting “No Alcoholic Beverages!” signs was somewhat odd for J.

Autumn on the Parkway

Yesterday, K and I took the Hoary Ones out onto the Blue Ridge Parkway.

Last year we did the same, but the autumnal colors were dim, to say the least — a dry summer and a drier early autumn meant that the leaves just turned dark and fell off.

Parkway Autumn II

This year, there was some color. Nothing like what’s possible in New England, but colorful all the same.

Parkway Autumn VI

More pictures available at our Flickr account.