The High Country was gifted a brief, yet much appreciated reprieve from winter this weekend. Ya know it has snowed plenty in Boone when folks get all happy because it hasn't snowed in 24 hours and that becomes the main topic of conversation in the office, the grocery store, on Facebook, and in the animal habitats on Grandfather Mountain.
Yesterday while my husband slaved clearing snow with the backhoe, I slipped away with my camera and Annie on a trek up Grandfather. The top was closed so we ventured to the animal habitat. All the animals, save the hibernating bears, were out and about. Grandfather Mountain truly is a 365 destination, save during the most horrific weather conditions. Today, Annie and I visited the Valle Crucis Park. Most of the asphalt remained covered in snow, yet the fly fisherman were out in numbers, wading in the waters of the Watauga wishing for some trout love. Later, I went into Boone and ran the Loop twice. It was my first run around the town this year and I'm paying the price this evening, hobbling to the kitchen for glass of wine, for medicinal reasons of course...
