WNC Nature Center

In Asheville, we visited the Western North Carolina Nature Center, which featured animals from the surrounding region. There were the typical deer, birds of prey, otters, and bobcats – all of which were very active. Most exciting were the grey and red wolves and coyotes. They all started to sound off, howling haunting calls to one another. Each animal had its own voice and cadence. One has a little yodel at the end. Another has a whine like its tail was stepped on. Another has a grumble when he begins to bellow.

The grey wolves are particularly interested in us, perhaps more specifically in Rhodes. He is little and curious to them. They don’t look at him hungrily. Instead their body language is one of greeting and welcome, of curiosity, and gentleness. Their eyes are wise and soulful. They are absolutely breathtaking.

Lake Lure

Chimney Rock

Biltmore Estate

Hitching Post Campground

Lake Lure

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Lake Lure is the place John and I fell in love some 19 years ago… and now Lake Lure is where we have created new memories with our children.

Twenty-five miles from Asheville, Lake Lure is beautifully nestled in the Appalachian mountains. A long sprawling lake twists and curves through the valley, which is fed by the richly bouldered Broad River. Holding the town in its protective embrace, Chimney Rock stands tall above. Cozy bed and breakfasts, restaurants, eclectic boutiques, and gem mine shops, and the friendliest folks with deep southern drawls make this mountain town a most magical place to spend your days.

Nineteen years ago when John and I began our long-distance romance, I flew down to Charlotte for a long weekend and he took me to the Esmeralda Inn in Lake Lure. So loved is this inn, that Esmeralda was even a name on the short list for baby names when I was pregnant with Porter.

It was a cool spring night when we arrived at Esmeralda. We were in the corner room on the second floor, as seen in the black and white image. Billowy white curtains let in a fragrant breeze and we could hear the river trickling below. It was the spot when I realized: I loved this man. And while it would take John nearly a year later to profess his love to me, he’s the first to admit it’s where he fell in love with me too. He even wrote a poem of the our time here (I’ll see if I can dig that up when we return home!).

During our visit, we climbed Chimney Rock, shopped the little town and best of all, ran out to the river at midnight where we laid upon some boulders, staring up at the moon, and talked until the wee hours of morning.

Fast forward to 2020 and we now have three children in tow. John and I squeal as we recognize locations, ooh and aah at the changes that have been made, and race down memory lane sharing stories with the kids. At one point, Siena looked at me in wonder with a soft smile on her lips. “What is it?” I asked. She said, “Mommy, you’re glowing. You’re smiling like I’ve never seen before. You’re just so happy!”

She was right. I felt like a young woman in love again. The tingles at his touch, the race of my heart when he smiles at me or when his hand nears the small of my back. I think that definitely says something about a marriage when after nearly two decades together you can still get that giddy feeling.

After our visit at Esmeralda, we went on the boulders in the Broad River, jumping from one to the next. There is something to that river that makes me feel alive. The refreshing air, the rushing of the water, the huge masses of granite…

John worked and lived in Lake Lure for a few months when he first moved to Charlotte (before we met). His condo was at the top of White Oak Mountain. Every day he winded up and down the steep and often fog-dense road, with dangerous switchbacks and fallen rocks. Naturally he had to show the kids. At the top of the mountain is a large plateau of well-maintained lawn, giving the kids ample space to run. Oddly we found a couple dozen mandarin oranges lying about, which turned into a spirited game of “pelt dad”, that ended with an orange exploding on his face. John joked that he smelled citrus for the next two days! Some of the best memories are the unplanned ones.

The following day we met up with our oldest and dearest friends from Charlotte, Jay Weinmiller and Mimi McLeod. Twelve years ago when we decided to relocate to Minnesota, the call to Mimi to tell her the news was the hardest. For as excited as I was to be near my family, my heart broke to say goodbye to the many friends I had made in Charlotte, Mimi and Jay especially.

The last time we were in Charlotte, Siena was six months old. A lot has changed in those 11 years. Despite the time apart, we picked up right where we left off. There was no awkward silences. We laughed and talked and marveled at how are lives have evolved. Seeing Jay and Mimi reminded me of all that we left behind and reminded me of the life John and I had pre-children.

Life then was so carefree and fun. We had dinner parties. We had a co-ed bookclub that was more wine and less book. We dined at new restaurants regularly. We went to galas and events. I had a lot of reasons to dress up and thus had a stellar wardrobe, and a closet full of shoes and chunky jewelry. I rode a scooter as my main mode of transport. I worked hard and played harder.

Don’t get me wrong… I love the life I have now. I love living in St. Paul. I love my kids more than anything in the world. I have explored interests and talents in myself that I hadn’t made time to find before. And I’ve made some priceless connections and friendships in Minnesota. Life is good. Great, even.

But going down memory lane and all that you left behind leaves one melancholy and thoughtful. It was hard to say goodbye to Jay and Mimi. I am not ashamed to admit I cried when we parted. Fortunately John understood exactly what I was feeling. We set the kids up with a movie in the back so John and I could share a drink in pensive quiet.

Chimney Rock

Nature Center

Biltmore Estate

Hitching Post Campground

Hitching Post Campground

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We arrived at our campsite a day early and content that we would finally be able to set up camp in the daylight. That is, until we met Glen. Glen is the owner of the campground and a delightfully chatty good ol’ southern boy with a flair of hippie. John and I were enamored immediately. We talked for well over an hour, discussing everything from history of the area to the chickens roaming the grounds, to their future plans for the campground.

The campground was empty. Glen was a little surprised, but tickled that we would be spending Christmas here.

The campground is no-frills, but is a magical place off the beaten path. With full hook-ups, a pond, a little creek, wildlife, chickens, and filled with antique curiosities, it is southern charm encapsulated on several acres of land.

Lake Lure

Chimney Rock

Nature Center

Biltmore Estate

Lake Lure, NC

Every great trip must end with a bang, and this was no exception. 

When John and I lived in Charlotte, we frequented this Appalachian area and were excited to show the kids some of our old stomping grounds. We stayed in Lake Lure where we spent most of our time, and even met up with some of our oldest and dearest friends, Jay Weinmiller and Mimi McLeod.

Prior to our arrival, I had started reading the Seraphina series to Siena and Porter – supernatural mysteries based out of the Biltmore House, circa 1895. The kids were super excited to see this monstrous house and explore the rooms discussed in the book.

We also went to a nature center where we heard calls of wolves and coyotes, a most majestic sound. Be sure to click the link to see the video!

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Lake Lure

Chimney Rock

Hitching Post Campground

WNC Nature Center

Biltmore Estate

North Georgia Mountains

North Georgia Mountains

When planning a trip, no matter how long, sometimes you hit it out of the park, but others it’s a hit and a miss. This stop of our Southeast Adventure was more of a miss.

I chose the northern mountains of Georgia mainly due to availability. It was surprising how many camp during winter months in the mountains. I was told this area was beautiful with plentiful charming towns that light up luminously for the holidays. I had hoped it would be a fun way to welcome in the Yule season. 

The campground was off of a busy highway, so was noisy. But there was lots of stuff for the children to do. The campground was primarily empty, save for a few old timers who kept to themselves, so the kids had the run of the place – playing near the creek and fishing pond, the expansive playground, and even an arcade room. The boys (John included) became obsessed with playing Golden Axe – a game that John loved playing as a kid. I kicked John’s butt in a round of foosball, much to Siena’s delight.

It was very rainy with that kind of damp cold that seeps into your bones. The ground was muddy and messy, and as such the boys came in several days slopped and soaked in stinky poop-textured mud. 

Fortunately the campground had a laundry facility, in which I did eight loads of laundry. 

The site had excellent internet connection too, so it proved to be a good spot to work and school while I got chores and maintenance stuff checked off my list. In the evenings we watched movies, including Christmas Vacation. Rhodes now loves to say in perfect Uncle Eddie cadence: “That there is an R-V!”

One evening we went to nearby Dahlonega, the so-called Ultimate Hallmark Town, as several Hallmark Christmas movies have been filmed there due to the picturesque buildings, shops, and trees lined with white twinkle lights. The shops were far too crowded to take in though, so we bought some fudge at one of their famous candy shops and wandered outside for a bit before heading back to Ginger.

Another afternoon we went to Helen, another charming little town, known for its Bavarian architecture, and also well-decorated with holiday lights. Again, it was so busy with tourists, that we peeked in a couple shops and wandered the streets, but didn’t hang around too long.We ended up cutting our trip short by a day and zoomed over to our final leg of our trip, Lake Lure in North Carolina, where the magic of our past came to life.