It pains me to no end to have to write this post since it has absolutely nothing to do with yours truly, so bear with me.
So this Thanksgiving mom and dad did things a little different. They had one of mom's friends over for the week, and they did lots of outdoor activities (translated: brewery hopping, with masks of course, and during non-peak hours so keeping socially distant wasn't an issue). But seriously, they got in some good walks and even went hiking. On Thanksgiving Day they drove about 40 minutes southwest of Asheville to the Pisgah National Forest where they hiked up to the Frying Pan Mountain Lookout Tower, which at 70 feet is supposedly the tallest fire tower in the entire state of North Carolina. The ranger's lookout at the top is closed, but the views from the top of the jangly metal stairs just below it are spectacular, according to mom and her friend. You see, dad's getting old, and can't do heights like he could in his youth, so he only went part way up, clinging to the handrail about a story and a half up, teeth chattering and shaking like a leaf, leaving mom and her friend to climb to the top for these photos. The 360 degree views were truly spectacular, or so they say. The hike was only a couple miles overall, but a good hike nonetheless, and when they returned instead of a turkey dinner they cooked a rib roast, had their homemade stuffing and fresh roasted Brussels Sprouts all garlicky and delicious. Of course, ever the idiot, dad forgot to get a picture of his plate before chowing down, so here's where he stopped for a photo.
Nice work, you dinglehoosie. Anyway, yeah, it all smelled wonderful, and no, I didn't get to have any. After some wine and some cleanup and some wine they were pretty well spent. So that was their Thanksgiving. Yaaay. Woohoo. Hip hip, who cares. These photos are beautiful. Oh, and the mountains are cool, too😄...
22 comments:
Cleo you dear sweet Tortie endure so much and I am 100% certain you have the patience of a Saint. I purrsonally thank you for allowing Dad to share these gorgeous photos of the beloved NC mountains. We have been there and know their beauty. Oh once you get your much deserved spotlight on YOUR blog
ask the peeps if they have been in Joyce Kilmer forest? We hiked there many years ago when we stayed at the Blue Boar Inn, maybe in Robbinsville. A the time it was a very rustic run by a delightful couple. Her meals were off the chart excellent. In the winter their guests were boar hunters. In the summer and spring she ran a B&B. I think it is now a very fancy B&B with new owners.
Hugs Cecilia
I found it the new owners completely rebuilt
https://theblueboarinn.com/
Nope I WAS WRONG that one is in UT
The one in Robbinsville is still there but they don't appear to have a website.
cleo....regardlezz ya still iz gorgeouz; even MOR sew than thoz awesum fotoz, we iz glad mom N her friend hada BURD FREE veew :) ♥♥
and roast...ewe betcha...wood that de houz heer had it.... ☺☺
Cleo you are too funny! I loved the spectacular view too but would have been like your Dad, I can't handle heights AT ALL anymore and would have been shaking too. Now.......about that dinner...........looks like it was INCREDIBLE!!!!!!!!
Poor Cleo, it should always be about you but you were most tolerant while they shared those amazing pics!
Cleo, you poor girl having to share your blog with the beans. AND no roast beast either?
Mom bean says the photos are awesome but no way would she climb to the top either. There is a reason she only grew to 5'2".
Poor you xx
Nice pics though :)
Poor Cleo, how dare your humans take over YOUR blog like this ? Purrs
Excellent job of keeping your peeps on track, Cleo!
Your blog, and you are the most impawtant person in the household!
Everything else is hogwash...
Those really are some magnificent photos! Love them and thanks for sharing them (sorry Cleo.) Dad planned on doing lots of just this sort of thing when he retired but then life intervened! Our Moral is Do it Now while you can and enjoy your life to the fullest.
Dad
Cleo you have to think of interesting things when the parents do that like "How many yummy mice are in those mountains?"
Timmy
Those photos are beautiful. It was very generous of you to let your peeps share your blog. Pity they didn't share their roast beast with you though.
Sounds like your peeps had a really nice Thanksgiving...even if it didn't include you much, Cleo. Did you get a taste of rib roast??
The prime rib looks divine, as do the those mountain pictures. I can't stomach the heights or the brussel sprouts, so I'm with you on those two items, Cleo.
MOL poor, neglected Cleo! But that does sound like a fun way to spend Thanksgiving.
I am glad there are some photos of you Cleo. XO
We think you should revolt, Cleo.
Well Cleo, it is not as good as a post as it would have been if it were all about you, but I liked it. You did get some space on the post and your expressions say it all - MOL!
At least your Dad didn't post a photo of his food with bite marks in it. Hopefully your blog will be about you next time.
Cleo..I know those places well. I'm in TN but I go over the mountains all the time to Charlotte plus we all go to the mountains for beauty and photo ops. Your comments in between the photos you so graciously allowed, cracked mom up. Now why, I don't know. You were 100% truthful. What's funny!? I asked her and no answer.
You had me absolutely cackling over the wry commentary. Thanks. I needed that. ~grin~ And I soooo love North Carolina, from the mountains to the sea. If my husband didn't hate the idea of moving so much, we might be your neighbors. And I kinda like that idea, silly kitty. :P
I just found MME's correction after checking out the link. Heh... Oh, well. It's still a cool looking place out west.
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