Today got off to the normal start in the B&B. We all watched our steps descending the 150-year-old stairs. Built to a time when there were no building codes and I'm guessing very skinny people. I was afraid I would be knocking some irreplaceable art from the stairwell, and I'd have to call my broker to initiate a stock sale to cover it.
I'm not a "Picky" eater as Sandra likes to accuse. Rather, I'm a man of distinguishing palette. Much like a Lamborghini, you don't just put any fuel into the tank. It must be a fine high-octane plate of delicately fried meat. Today it was Quiche and Salad. Is this why Sandra and Karen picked this B&B? They don't mind eating food meant for a washed up old Pinto? I politely passed on the "Egg Pie", and just decided to enjoy my coffee with a scone. I was plenty happy...for now!
It was Mother’s Day, and Sandra and Karen had worked up an excitement to head up the Blue Ridge Parkway and do some hiking and visitor center touring. I don't know why that's a thing, but it's their Mother’s Day. I think father’s day is coming up next month and I don't think it involves anything other than staying in my P.J's all day. Back to Mother’s day. We were driving up the heavily wooded parkway looking over some pretty cool hills (They call them mountains out east--pretty cute). We did some turn-offs, took some pictures, passed some bicyclists and such. Suddenly, the cars stopped in front of us abruptly. Why do they do that? Is this some hill people thing? Then we saw the excitement. A bear (young adult) stooped on the slope by the highway just looking at people looking at him. Every car had to have a picture, and we were no exception.
We got to the Craggy Garden something or other. But it was a trailhead that took us 1-mile down, and 1-mile back up. Pretty good workout for a coffee and scone morning, but at least it wasn't hot. The temperature was probably 10 degrees cooler in the hills, so it must've been low 60's during this late morning. Finishing the hike we snacked on some cereal, oranges and chips. Then, we headed back down the hill. All along this road, there were bicyclists either on the way up, or on the way down. On our way down we encountered a few that could travel fairly close to the speed limit, but slow enough to accumulate cars. We and others had to wait for opportune moments to get around these Tour-De-Ash riders. Along our descent we were to stop and a Artisan Crafts Center.
We ate an early dinner at a Brewpub as we were running on scone fumes by then. After that, Sandra and Karen wanted to go on a driving tour of old houses. "Didn't you just see about 200 old houses in the last two days"? Is there some holy grail of rickety structures that, if one finds, will be bestowed the beaming light from above? It was not for me to know. They dropped me off at the B&B, where I hit face first into the pillow (Game Over).