We arrived in Blowing Rock in the midst of some of the thickest fog I've ever seen. But when we picked up the keys to our cabin, we were assured that we had one of the best views anywhere in the Blue Ridge Mountains, across the Johns Rover Gorge. And we found out for ourselves when we woke up Saturday morning. I'd say it was pretty stunning:
So we settled down with coffee and pumpkin bread picked up at the market the night before and enjoyed the morning.
We had decided that we wouldn't do gifts this year simply because we're in the midst of a buying frenzy with trying to get our house ready to move back in to. Or I suppose you could say that our anniversary gifts to each other this year are lots and lots of new furniture and a new tv and new kitchen floors and new plantation blinds.... Anyway, on the way, we had decided to stop at Wal-Mart (ain't no Target round these parts) to pick up some stuff and Jason had the idea to each take a twenty dollar bill and twenty minutes and buy each other something there.
We finally drug ourselves away from our spectacular view and made our way to the Blowing Rock for which the town is named.
Then we decided to head towards the Blue Ridge Parkway, the best way to see the fall foliage across the mountains.
That evening, we tried in vain to find a place to eat that was showing the Red Sox game so we ended up setting up the iPhone and watching the MLB.com gamecast.
Sunday morning, we enjoyed our view for a while and then started making our way to Banner Elk for the 31st annual Woolly Worm Festival. Yes, you read that right. Just you wait!
We hit some Parkway traffic on the way but we didn't mind because this was the view out of our sunroof for pretty much the entire drive...
This is the grandstand where all the woolly worm races take place. Over the course of the weekend, there are lots of different heats until they finally crown the grand champion. More on that later. For now?
Back to the races... Here are the rules: Once you put your worm on the string, you can't touch it or the string. You can yell, clap, fan the worm, whatever. You just can't touch it. Unless your worm gets turned around and starts going the wrong way. Then you can turn it around. The best part was the worm names. Ricky Ricardo and Bandit, below, were a couple of my favorites.
Stick around for some NC State Fair fun later this week...