|A misty Thursday morning on Nantahala Lake|
Vacation recap, the third.
We'd had enough land-based exploration for a while, so decided to turn to the water for some entertainment.
But first, we had to let the guests into the cabin. Biff's daughter and her baby son showed up on Tuesday, with all the baby paraphernalia required of them and a few other things to boot. Both daughter and baby are adorable people, but I have to give a few points to baby for just incredible soul-searching stares, even at 2.5 months old. Kid can see the past, I'm sure of it (please don't let him tell anyone about mine!).
We had a lovely visit, with Biff once again traversing to the nearest town for some supplies (a near-daily occurrence) with daughter and grandson along for the ride. After that were dinner (lasagna!) and games and chat and baby things and you know how that sort of thing goes. Time flies, is what I'm saying.
Wednesday was boat day. We'd rented a tritoon for a couple of days to explore the lake, which turned out to be about 1.5 days longer than needed to traverse it once-'round. It's not a huge lake, but a very nice one nevertheless, especially if you enjoy stuff like scenery. There's plenty of that in these parts.
|Not scenic, just Wern and me and an icognito baby and DD's legs. We boatin'!|
After a lovely afternoon of snooping and putting around, we returned to the house for a bit of rest, some dinner, and preparations for a sunset cruise. I didn't go on this one, as the tendinitis in my knee made getting to and from the boat once a day about all I thought I could muster without risking further injury. I understand the ride was lovely - the pictures sure look like it was.
|Sunset on the lake by Mrs. B|
There was more gaming in the evening. Nobody won.
Thursday morning we went for an early-morning boat ride (see lede pic). It was misty, nearly black-and-white in some places, and in other places un-navigable due to instrument conditions. Most excellent ride, and Mrs. B even got to pilot the boat for a while, which is a first for her. Fearless, she is. I admire that.
Sadly, Mrs. B and the grandbaby had to make an early exit, because baby was behaving unusually and as if in pain. GI stuff. Pooping stuff. Thankfully, they don't live too far from here and so could get home to a doc visit, wherein the issue was....cleared and all seems well. It was disappointing to see them go, but glad they made it so he could, uh, go.
In the afternoon we took a bit of a jaunt to replace Wern's leash, as he'd declared himself sick of his old one and had chewed through it in the morning, neat as you please. Biff found a place not TOO far down the road from here, which is how we discovered Murphy NC, as cute and interesting a little town as you'll find in the long valley. Sure, it was an extra 15 miles of travel one way, but we got to gawk at stuff and bumble around the town, so not a waste of time at ALL. Plus which, the new leash is 1) made in the USA and 2) guaranteed for life, even if chewed through. I did not ask what it cost.
We picked up a couple of burgers from a place call Burger Basket in Andrews, then back on the boat for a quick afternoon's travel on the lake before turning in the boat to return home to cook supper and take a dip in the hot tub.
Today, we had a nice fire in the fireplace (of course) with breakfast, a bit of a lounge around, then Biff took off with Wern to go get gas down the scary road (Wayah Road to Franklin) then to visit Wayah Bald without me, for which I am happy because me and mountain roads, REAL mountain roads, do not get along so great anymore. I look forward to the photos.
Doing a little pre-packing now, with a plan to go take a walk along the Nantahala River a little later, knee issues allowing. I'm content to sit on a riverside rock and let the guys explore if that's what needs to be done - the happily rushing water is a balm to the spirit and I'm sure the memory will be sweet.
As long as it doesn't storm. Which it might might. Little hurricane Laura still heads this way, and though I don't think she's till a hurricane, 50 MPH winds are nothing to fool with when you're surrounded by forest.
Now you're all caught up.