Several weeks ago, everyone celebrated July 4th. So, how was your holiday? Mine was great! (–> understatement)
I didn’t get a chance to mention anything here on the blog like I usually do around holidays. Why? Because I was in the mountains with no access whatsoever to email or wordpress—that didn’t require a trip down the mountain. This was quite weird to me, and a bit exciting, because I *ducks* am not much of a traveler—in fact, I have to say I think I’d rather have my nails pulled out than fly, most of the time—and so haven’t been out of state for ages. I’m just a homebody, what can I say? The furthest I’ve gone in years is Orlando.
But because I have an ageing grandma in North Carolina, I wanted to go. I spent time with family members I haven’t seen in a long time, *waves to cousins I missed*. Yes, not one was within shouting distance. But aunt and uncle, it was really nice to see you. I enjoyed the stay–and the mountains were just amazing! I will not subject you, my readers, to all the bazillion pictures. But there are a bazillion pictures.
The holiday was a complete wash out, though. Well, no. I won’t say washout but no fireworks. Yes, it rained—and rained, and rained.
And rained. “You want fireworks?” says Mother Nature. “I’ve got some fireworks for you.”
So, we didn’t get to do half the things I wanted to, no Civil War battlefields or anything (though I did end up with a plan for a visit to Fort Pickens before too long here. Gotta get a glimpse of where Roland and Caitlin traipse around, for a forthcoming follow up to The Artist’s Inheritance after all. ;) But that’s in the future.)
Ah well. Let’s see. Mountains. I’d been back and forth through the Smoky Mountains (Blue Ridge) a time or two as a child but was always bored as heck by the time we went through. This time, I don’t know, something about them just had me in awe. They reminded me of the Misty Mountains (and yes, the song did play in my head the whole time, why do you ask?).
I want to say that’s not because of the rain but since it rained almost the entire time I was there, I don’t have the proof to show you. ;) You’ll just have to take my word for it, there’s mist in those mountains about 90% of the time.
Amazing–isn’t it amazing? My grandparents had a house up there years ago but I guess I was too young to appreciate it. Even with the dreary weather and rain (did I mention it rained? About five days out of the seven I was gone.) I think it made the view even better. In fact I have a book I’m working on for my editor at The Wild Rose Press that I’m sure the view will work into. So that was my vacation and my Saturday Snapshot.