Back to Weaverville

Back when we were working and living in Memphis, we would often travel to Nashville and places beyond. Crossing the Tennessee river and heading away always felt good. Conversely, on our return, crossing the river as we headed south was always accompanied by a drop in our spirits.

Today, when we got past Knoxville, headed east on highway 25, and we saw the mountains again, I felt a sense of exhilaration. I was expanded. I love living in the mountains of northwest North Carolina. 

Thanks for reading and traveling along with us. Even more thanks to my sweet wife for traveling with me  - and being willing (sort of) to take my photo in front of the world's largest things. So where are we going next?