It was a simple, four hour plus drive up I-26 and then a bit of local maneuvering. I drove the first half each way. We have dabbled with the Blue Ridge Parkway before, mostly in Virginia. Asheville, of course is the home of the famous Biltmore mansion and grounds that we've also visited before. Cindy visited the Biltmore on Wednesday because the best weather for exploring the Parkway was Tuesday.
How can you not sit there? It might be a good spot for a Happy Hour.
These pictures clearly show where the name came from. The Blue Ridge Mountains are generally forested over the top. There is no timberline. So, even though they lack the "purple mountains majesty" of the Rockies, they are no less attractive to contemplate.
Wednesday Durelle and I crashed at the cabin while Cindy toured the Biltmore Estate. George Vanderbilt spared no expense in building America's greatest castle, and its classic beauty has stood the test of time. Cindy said that the ostentatious opulence stirred her inner socialist soul, but she could still appreciate the magnificence. The pictures, obviously, are hers. There is one interior shot of the library, and the rest are taken in the gardens.
It was a planned self-sufficient community with many aspects that were well ahead of its time. AND it is beautiful. It should be on a lot of bucket lists.
Entirely unbeatiful, but the height of luxury for my old bones was the cabin's hot tub. I used it so much that I didn't even bother the last night. The ladies did not join me so I did not even have to completely remove the cover.
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