What a blessing to get away, just for four days, and be completely cut off from email, news, telephones, and the usual rhythms of life. We drove about 540 miles to a cabin just inside Pisgah National Forest at the base of Mt. Mitchell, which is the highest point east of the Mississippi. We didn’t hike up to the top, but did get to Crabtree Falls, which is a stop on the Blue Ridge Parkway. We arrived at the peak of the fall colors on Saturday. By Tuesday, when we had to leave, we could see the colors beginning to fade and the subdued hues of winter begin to take over the landscape.
We could have easily stayed there, had we owned or bought the cabin. What a beautiful location, location, location! We had to drive 14 miles of sepentine switchbacks to reach the cabin, but it was worth it. The other homes and cabins nearby were unoccupied that weekend, so we were essentially alone. The cabin was for sale, but a little pricey for us at $250,000.
After a day of travel, we spent one day in Asheville, wandering around some very unique bookstores and coffee shops. Our second full day was our hike to the waterfall and some time in Burnsville. The town is advertised as a great historic place, but isn’t much in real life. We did eat at a pretty good Mexican restaurant there.
But the time away and spent relaxing was the best gift of all. The guest pastor at SOTC kept everyone one their toes, but they survived and so did we. The drive home was long, cloudy, gray, drizzly and dreary. In a word, yuk.
The weekend, though, was all grace. What a blessing to find, to arrive, and to enjoy such a retreat.