Teresa and I recently celebrated out 11th anniversary by going to the mountains for the weekend. The weather on the way up was perfect--by that, I mean that it rained the entire time. I had forgotten what sheets of rain looked like, forgotten about rivulets on the road. The whole trip we wondered, "How much rain are we getting in Greensboro?"
We stayed at my brother's mountain house, which overlooks the Tuckaseegee River. Through the open windows we could hear the river, running fast after the rain, and the moon shone down from above the hills.
We went into Bryson City to explore downtown...
...and we visited the town of Cherokee. We steered clear of the tacky tourist stuff and visited the Museum of the Cherokee, which I highly recommend. Below, two Cherokee ladies from the Oconaluftee Village demonstrate traditional weaving. When we returned to Greensboro, I found an inch of rain in my gauge.