My sister Julie lives in Asheville, and Mistah and I have visited her there approximately 18 zillion times, before, during and after our years on the road.
Chapel Hill Girl was busy in Chapel Hill when we visited last February. But we had my righteous goddaughter Erin, and her brother Young Joe. Our visits to Asheville started when all three of them were tiny tots . . .
some of these photos last year, but I simply must return to them, because it's not every day someone runs down the sidewalk toward you, to welcome you with open arms to her town, her family, her life.
47 miles a day, so she needed to get out there and move herself, too.
There are strict rules we follow when in Asheville. In the summer, we always go to an Asheville Tourists game. Thirsty Thursday, baby! Mistah always hits the collection of great used book stores. I always borrow Julie's YMCA card and work out in the pool. Julie always throws a party. I always go for a hike (used to be a run) on the Blue Ridge Parkway trail. In the old days I used to walk or bike to her kids' elementary school in the afternoon to walk or bike them home. Joe and I had a lot of lovely afternoons making our way home in those years . . .
And we always -- always -- go out for a meal at Salsa's.
|Ah, Salsa's. Yummmm........|
|Here's one of Mistah Schleckah's haunts.|
|This is not a haunt but does Asheville not have lovely architecture?|
Top Beer City in America in 2010. BeerCity USA 2010! That is serious, people.
Sigh. The way home. We cut our visit short because a giant storm was descending on Western North Carolina, and we thought we should head south to try to beat it.
Note to self: