For the long weekend I was invited by some of my friends to come stay at their family’s house in Blowing Rock.  I feel like I am always saying that places are my favorites and I often worry that I will turn into the boy that cried wolf with continuing to say it repeatedly.  Maybe I just like an awful lot of places.  Is that so bad, really?  I will risk being considered an excessive user of hyperbole and say that this house is climbing the charts quickly to being one of my favorites as well.  So sue me.  If you could go there, I assure you you’d feel the same.  The house sits in a lovely valley in a forested area with a perfect creek that runs through it.   I am really not sure you could pick a better spot for a mountain house.  We spent the weekend eating, drinking wine, hanging with Daz the puppy, and hiking and exploring Blowing Rock, which really has quite a lot to offer in the way of natural beauty.

The house.  Believe me when I tell you you want to live here.

The stream that cascades through the property.

Candlelight dinner on the back porch with the sounds of the creek in the background.

Bass Lake full of lilypads

 Horse friends

I neglected to take my camera on any of our hikes (and was kicking myself the whole way) due to the rain that fell on and off all weekend, but my friend Caitlin took this picture on her iPhone that captured pretty perfectly the views from our stormy hike at Moses Cone.  Pretty sensational, right?

Hope everyone else had a great long weekend as well.  Back to reality.  Boo.