On Sept 22nd Jeff and I hit the road for the Blue Ridge Mountains. We found a great campground next to this little trout lake that had a trail that connected up to the Appalachian Trail. As soon as we pitched our ancient tent we hit the trail and had a merry ol' time for 2 hours. The dogs loved the little watering holes and my calves loved the straight up climb for freakin 45 minutes of the trail. Do you sense the sarcasm? :)
Jeff and I cooked the old fashioned girl scout version of dinner...everything was prepared in tin foil packets over the fire. It was outstanding. We played multiple games of Yahtzee and Kings' Court while swatting the Southern bugs away from our lantern. We turned in early and eventually fell asleep despite Maggie walking all over us to find the perfect snuggle spot. The ground was hard, but we managed with our little foam mats. Luckily it was not cold at all because I had to get up to go to the bathroom 4 times. B.C. kept me company each time. Oh and ode to my mother...I was totally freaked out about bears for the first time in my life...perhaps all the bear warning signs around the campground were not the best thing for a pregnant lady. :)
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