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Charlie and I are back home. We had a lovely long weekend up at The Last Resort. The cabin had its own hot tub, which we stayed in most of the time, and the trees seclude each cabin from its neighbors. Privacy is a wonderful thing, plus no traffic, plus no noise, no phones. Skylights and big windows -- sunshine everywhere -- made me wish I had one full time. Charlie and I spent a good bit of time daydreaming about where we might want to move. We do want to get out of the city. It has less and less to offer.
We did go into town one day, to look and see if there was anything we wanted for a souvenir. However, no luck. Blue Ridge is turning into a very strange place. There seems to be a lot of kitsch and salvaging of "antiques." I feel like I've shown up at a yard sale a little late. I usually love looking through second-hand things in consignment stores, but absolutely nothing struck my fancy. The new stuff was worse. The little town is trying to capitalize on its whole mountain-getaway atmosphere, but something seems missing. We did manage to get some really good frozen coffees. There's nothing wrong with the food offered in the area, and the Serenity Garden Cafe offered a great BLT with side salad as well.
Blue Ridge does not seem like a place to move, for other reasons. There seem to be more real estate agents than anything else. We talked to a guy about one development: They're selling the lots (1-4 acres) for about a quarter of a million dollars, before they put the house on it. So we'll be looking for someplace where people aren't quite so eager to be or promote.
It's good to be home. There's a lot of work to do, cleaning up the house, moving my things, and getting back into regular work, in this case, my transcription class.
We did go into town one day, to look and see if there was anything we wanted for a souvenir. However, no luck. Blue Ridge is turning into a very strange place. There seems to be a lot of kitsch and salvaging of "antiques." I feel like I've shown up at a yard sale a little late. I usually love looking through second-hand things in consignment stores, but absolutely nothing struck my fancy. The new stuff was worse. The little town is trying to capitalize on its whole mountain-getaway atmosphere, but something seems missing. We did manage to get some really good frozen coffees. There's nothing wrong with the food offered in the area, and the Serenity Garden Cafe offered a great BLT with side salad as well.
Blue Ridge does not seem like a place to move, for other reasons. There seem to be more real estate agents than anything else. We talked to a guy about one development: They're selling the lots (1-4 acres) for about a quarter of a million dollars, before they put the house on it. So we'll be looking for someplace where people aren't quite so eager to be or promote.
It's good to be home. There's a lot of work to do, cleaning up the house, moving my things, and getting back into regular work, in this case, my transcription class.
