It was cool and flowery smelling this morning when Michael took Chip out for his morning walk. Actually it was more accurate to say that Chip made it very clear it was time to go out and walk. So, walk they did.
There isn’t much to recommend the area for a walk with the boy. We have a very small RV parking area which has room for 6 rigs. There’s plenty of grass and smells for the boy but it doesn’t take much time to cover the available territory.
There’s a “residential” street across the highway but even that has enough traffic to make a walk less that totally relaxing. Residential is in quotes because it’s really a country road with smaller roads or driveways leading to houses, every 50 yards or so and a creek and cow pasture along the way.
On the other hand, we made it out to the local TI and got some much needed information on the largest local attraction, the Biltmore and decided that yes, we should go ahead and make a day of it. It sounds like we could actually make several days of it.
We were considering going out on our last day at this camp, so we could drive Fay over, they have a lot for RV parking, and Chip could be happy at home while we tour the grounds, yet close enough we could check on him during the day. We may just limit our Biltmore tour to 5 hrs and leave Fay parked at camp. We’re not sure yet.
We also dropped by the Folk Art Center and was amazed and came away with a great looking mushroom reference and a strong desire to stay here for a few years. Fiber, wood, clay, glass and metal arts, oh my!
By late evening we were treated to cloud lightning and lightning bug shows. The latter were filling the trees around the camp and even going off high above our heads. It looked like the trees were filled with stars.
Now there’s an impressive rainstorm drumming down on the roof while tree frog stowaways, we still have at least two, sing outside our bedroom.