Before we get too far away from our travels of last week, let me record some memories that I don't want to slip away. We went to a different part of the North Carolina mountains, near Boone. We were there for the wedding of my spouse's sister's oldest child. The wedding was beautiful, of course, but there were other beautiful moments:
--On Monday night, we went to Parallel Brewing in Boone for a rehearsal dinner/party. Do they brew beer? I don't know. Did I taste it? No. I wanted wine to go with the pizza. Was any of the wine memorable enough to make note of what it was? No.
--I was much more interested in Huzzah Books, which shares the building with Parallel Brewing. We could go back and forth, which made the party better--more space.
--I also loved lingering among the books, which seemed to be used books from decades when publishers were more serious about publishing. I found a book of "best new poetry" published in 1960 or so. The names were fairly familiar and all male, except for Adrienne Rich.
--One of our younger family members (21 or so) was thrilled to find a book by Jane Kenyon. I was thrilled that she was thrilled.
--We didn't do more in Boone. We spent most of our time visiting with family members on the front porches of our cabins. If it had been clearer weather, we'd have had a glorious view.
--I did love seeing the fog/mist move across the land, only to vanish. Once again, I thought about how humans might come to believe in ghosts.
--I was disappointed that we didn't have a clear view of the night sky. I wanted that non-light polluted view. But we did have lovely nights on the porch, watching the mist, listening to frogs and insects. And we saw fireflies, which I associate with much later in the summer.
--I'm not usually awake much past 8:30 or 9 these days, but for two evenings last week, I had normal-ish adult bedtimes.
--It was great to have a get away that was much closer. We were home after a 2.5 hour drive.
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