We've been hanging out in the hills around Boone for a couple days with Claudia's dad. It's ridiculously serene. You could go tubing or rafting or hiking or fight the hordes of kids at Grandfather Mountain or the Tweetsie Railroad... or you could do what we did, which was to sit in the rocking chairs on Robert's porch, gaze out over the valley, and drink wine.
We have not honestly watched as much baseball nor eaten as much barbecue as one might expect so far on the trip, but we're heading into the home stretch over the next three days: Baseball in Asheville and Greensboro, and the possibility for as many as three barbecue meals.
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