We went up into the Appalachian mountains with our buddy Patrick and some friends for a long weekend. It was a great time. As much as we love boating, the change of scene was a welcome one. The campfires, cold air, trees and changing leaves reminded me of home.
The photographs below are a chronicle of our high altitude adventures:
Way down yonder on the....
Never knew how much that muddy water meant to me!
They don't call them the smoky mountains for nothing
I don't recall what this place was called, but it was cool:
On the plate is a "southern chili dog" A hotdog in a bun, buried in chili, topped with cheese, oyster crackers, ketchup and mustard. Eat it with a fork and spoon.
The view from the porch:She thinks my tractors sexy.
LeeAnn and Patrick... you can clearly see, are holding up the waterfall.