This was a slightly better morning for taking frosty shots. I slid across the low river bridge on Old Shull's Farm Road just as the sun was cutting a path between two ridges. The mist rising from the Watauga River was, well, impressive.
Too old to trick or treat:
Youngest was delighted to find a small assortment of Candy Barrel items on the kitchen table this morning. She does have plans to take some small goblins around and show them the finer art of Hillbilly Halloween-ing.