To celebrate our five year anniversary, Spencer and I got the chance to drive to the Outer Banks of North Carolina. We started at the crystal coast in Morehead City, NC and stayed in several places including Ocracoke and Kitty Hawk. We took a ferry to get to and from Ocracoke, then drove all the way to the other end of the OBX. We saw wild ponies at Corolla, and stopped at many charming restaurants along the way.
Read MoreIt has been a while since I've posted. Call it the winter blues, or call it COVID fatigue, but I here I am- back with the spring weather. I can relate to the world that hibernates all around me and the plants that go dormant, only to return to their full glory as the temperatures rise and that blessed sun reappears.
Spencer and I were lucky enough to go on a couple of mountain/ski trips this year. One was to Snowshoe, West Virginia and the other to Sugar Mountain, North Carolina.
Here are some captured moments from along the way.
I’ve posted about Grayson Highlands before, but to me it’s a magical place that’s worth mentioning again. Nestled in a cozy corner of Virginia, less than an hour from the North Carolina state line, Grayson Highlands State Park sits tucked away from the spoils of urbanization. It was the first place that I ever went backpacking with friends, swinging from a hammock on an early summer night reading Krakauer's “Into The Wild.”
I credit this place for opening my eyes to the world of outdoor adventure, and I believe that it will always be a refuge for me- a place to escape from the addictive power that technology and social media hold.
Some of our dear friends invited us to go to Edisto with them for Labor day weekend, and we couldn't resist the offer!
Goober, the black Lab, was the star of the show and never fails to live up to his name. My favorite characteristic about Goober is that when you're eating, he will just sit there and stare at you with these big puppy eyes, inevitably making you feel a little guilty about keeping all of the food to yourself.
Grayson Highlands State Park is one of my favorite places in the world.
I remember first visiting about 10 years ago, when I was 17 years old. The landscape is beautiful (lush, rolling green hills and rocky ledges), but that's not even the best part. Roaming around these mountains is a herd of about 100 feral ponies that thrives off of the land.