While my sister was exploring the wilds of Houston, I went on a little adventure of my own. I’d been feeling the itch to get outside, to move my body and experience something new. So I hatched a plan to spend a couple of days hiking near Asheville. Since I haven’t done a trip like this on my own and rain was in the forecast, I researched a couple of day trails which were well traveled and within an hours drive of the city. I did set my heart on spending at least one day in the Brevard area, which is known for it’s waterfalls. Late summer is normally not a great time to visit, but my guess was that with the heavy rains we’ve had this year they’d be in full force, and that turned out to be the case.
Stella came with me, kitted out with her own back pack to carry some of our water and supplies. Ordinarily she gets a little twitchy when surrounded by trees but the pack seemed to give her a sense of purpose and she never slowed down even though we walked for hours both days. It was peaceful to be walking, no music or chatter from podcasts in my ears, just the sound of wind in the trees, birds, our feet on the trail. This quiet, the pre-dawn mist over downtown, the stark white gravel of the trail against the deep hues of the trees, finding the hot pink seed pod of an umbrella magnolia, and a dinner at Curate with a good book were highlights.
p.s. I haven’t identified all the wildflowers above but I think the yellow spikes in #3 are tall goldenrod, the lily in #6 is probably a turk’s cap (though they look very similar to the Carolina lily) and the mushrooms below it are cinnabar chanterelles.