So mom and dad made another one of their spur of the moment decisions this past Friday night and disappeared on me early Saturday morning. They had always wanted to go out to Asheville, and mom kind of suggested they just get up early and go. They trekked along portions of the Blue Ridge Parkway, something mom said she's always wanted to see. The views on bright, sunny days must be fantastic, but the weather wasn't so hot when they got out there, and they got some of the most amazing photos from up on the mountains.
Oh-my-god-I'm-such-an-idiot couldn't show you here. Way to go, bright one!
They spent Saturday night in a motel that had something called a two-person jetted tub, which was right in the room about six feet from the king-sized bed, and could've actually held three people. They're not really into that kind of stuff, so they enjoyed the room to stretch out, and the bubbles (from the jets, of course...). The hiking and the six hour drive back took their toll on these two weary travelers, and once they got back home they could barely stay awake long enough to give me some attention, refill my food and water, pick up one surprise pile of gack, and crawl into bed.