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There’s nothing that says home in Appalachia more than the wind-blown gold, red, and orange leaves that greeted me at the end of THE CLAW’s latest 1300-mile journey. The car cruised seamlessly, I encountered no bad weather, and was welcomed home joyfully by my brother (Gus, the elk hound) and parents. It’s been 10 long months since I got to see these mountains. Too long. Yet already my time grows short and the days fill with work. Here’s a peek at what I’ve been missing. My parents live in a 1,000 square-foot home at 3000-feet elevation in the Black Mountains, a spur-chain of mountains off the Blue Ridge in Western North Carolina. You can see why it’s a hard place to ever want to leave:
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What a delightful picture entry. Parents are great, huh? Hope your trip is bountiful. Saw your route and wished it went a bit further North (towards Ohio and ME). Much love.
Oh I love their place!
Oh Katey, how proud your parents must be!
Welcome home from the Pensacola side of the mountain….
Thanks, Jim! We'll be all up and down both sides of the peaks today as we shoot for the footbridges!
~ks