Go Tell it on the Mountain (or, Go! Go Tell It!----for my choir peeps)

After a crazy, stressful, anxiety-filled week (see last post) I was so in need of some FUN! We headed to the mountains after Becca's soccer game Saturday morning. The highway we take to Blowing Rock goes through my hometown, so how could we not stop and see my parents?

We walked through my old neighborhood to the local and newly remodeled City BBQ. That's a usual stop whenever I'm home so I was excited to get my usual cheeseburger, fries and Cheerwine in a bottle. We ran into old friends too, but it is THE place to eat so you can't really go without seeing people you know. Don't you love a small town?

The drive to the mountains is less than an hour from mom and dad's and most of it was spent answering questions about why we were going to the mountains. We could see trees at Nana's, they said.

The park in the middle of Blowing Rock stopped most of the questions. I love that they have a little shack where you can borrow basketballs, footballs, soccer balls, tennis rackets, and Frisbees to play with in the park. Every thing's just sitting there for you to take and then you bring it back. The honor system!






Can you tell we live in a fairly new neighborhood with basically no trees? My kids were in heaven with all the leaves!

And a trip to Blowing Rock just isn't complete without a visit to Kilwin's for ice cream.

We headed up the parkway to Julian Price Park for a little hike. "Little" being the key word here. Three-year-olds aren't big on hiking.

They are however big on leaf collecting.

A little soccer.

A little drive-by sightseeing.

A possible Christmas card picture.

And the day ended with dinner with my parents on the way home. That's pretty much my perfect day----family, God's glorious scenery, and agreeable children.

Well, that and a Cheerwine.