Carolina mountains a beautiful place to spend Fall Break
Published: Monday, October 21, 2013
Updated: Monday, October 21, 2013 00:10
If you’ve been there, then you know what I’m talking about.
Rolling mountains, cute little towns, the fall colors making the landscape look like a painting. This is where I was able to spend my Fall Break: in beautiful Western North Carolina.
My great uncle has a house there, so I was invited by him and my great aunt to come up on break. The first time I was at their mountain home, it was in August when I moved here for school.
It was move-in day, and instead of having my mother and sister drive all the way home to Illinois that night, I sort of kind of maybe went behind my mother’s back, called my great uncle, and he took us up to his house in the mountains.
It was all sorts of beautiful, with the lush, rolling green mountains stretching into the distance. A million and a half pictures and a delicious farewell breakfast later, my mother and sister dropped me off here at ETSU.
And in that exact parking lot, two months later, I was picked up by my great uncle and went back to his house in the mountains.
He lived near Grandfather Mountain, Beech Mountain and Sugar Mountain. We didn’t climb up Grandfather Mountain, but we certainly stopped on the side of the road and I took lots of pictures, much to the dismay of oncoming traffic. We were almost hit a couple of times.
The next day, I was able to go with both my great aunt and uncle to Sugar Mountain where we were going to take the ski lift to the top and take pictures, but it started to rain, so we had a change of plans.
Though there was spotty rain, we drove up the steep, winding road all the way up to the top of Beech Mountain, passing unbelievably gorgeous mansions and stopping along the road to great spots to take pictures. This landscape can just take your breath away. I was talking to my grandmother about and she said, “I could retire there. It is such a beautiful place.” And I replied, “I could too!”
Even in my great aunt and uncle’s back yard, there’s a beautiful view.
I was flabbergasted at the sight of vultures, which I thought were only in the Rockies.
His backyard overlooked a small village where they both go to church, and he took me back to a secluded pond where his daughter got married.
Coming back, I was disheartened because 1) I now had to do schoolwork, and 2) I had to leave the beautiful North Carolina mountains.
But on the day I came back, on my walk to a nearby Walgreens, I was able to look out and see East Tennessee’s beautiful mountains. I feel thankful that I have been able to live in such a beautiful place.