Oh boy, what a day! Started with exploring our new campsite. Beautiful, right by the crick...
Mommy got up and made breakfast burritos (sausage, potatoes, egg and cheese in a tortilla), a Hilgers favorite, and the girls set the table.
Then we walked down to check in and check out the store...got us some goodies:)
I think we are starting to look like hillbillies. We got back to camp and left to find some waterfalls.
We learned one thing very quickly, you should not take a 33' RV to North Carolina to find waterfalls. The first two were a pull off and we didn't fit. The next one had a parking lot, but, cars only. We headed into Highlands to replenish our candy supply and get some lunch to go.
We went to Glenn Falls next, down a dirt road. I swear I remember there being a parking lot, nope. Dirt culdesac. We had to wait for done people to leave but thanks to Kevins driving skills we managed to park our rig. We hiked 45 min down and 45 min back and it was strenuous terrain. Miss Colbie walked the whole way all by herself thanks to her walking stick that Callen found her. We also found blackberries and picked a cup full, yummmy!
We got back and started the long, winding up and down trek to Sliding Rock. Colbie slept the whole way:). You haven't lived until you have feared for your life in a 33' RV on the edge of a cliff. We rounded one turn and actually hit the rock that was supposed to act as a guardrail I suppose. We made it to sliding rock and Kevin, Kayla and Callen loved it.
When we left Sliding Rock it was pretty late and things really got interesting. We decided to take Blue Ridge Parkway since the road we had been on was so narrow and winding. Big Mistake and we knew it right away. Of course there was no where to turn around. Up, up, up we went, into the clouds. The road was more narrow, doing switchbacks and NO GUARDRAILS. We were all sure we were going to die. Callen was puking, Kayla was curled in a ball sucking her thumb and Mommy and Daddy were all but crying. Kevin was gripping the wheel so bad his arm kept cramping. We were trying to think of who we could call to come drive us out of this nightmare and realized it was just us. At that point we had only gone 5 miles in about 40 min and thought about walking out. Anything to get us out of this monster on wheels on this suicidal road. We were actually above the clouds. We came on a "scenic overlook" that was actually flat and wide so we pulled in. We were to busy hugging the parking lot that we did not care you could see 4 states from there. Some lookie loos who couldn't have missed us coming in if they tried overheard our joy in being on the ground said this was nothing, what til it got dark and the clouds decend. Load em up!! Enough of Devils Courthouse. We passed other overlooks with names like Graveyard and Devils outlook.
When we had ourselves nearly frozen in fear Kayla did remind everyone the God was with us. We got off the lovely, scenic and guardrailless Blue Ridge Parkway once again saying it can't get worse. Well 215 wasn't worse but we had to drive in the middle of the road because the limbs were too low. Callen was sick and Kayla curled up on the floor all the way to Waynesville when we hit civilization. Callen said she is going to write a letter I have an idea..US gov, how bout some guardrails with that releif money and NCDOT, how bout trimming your trees? We made it back to the campsite and made smores to end the day.
Kimber
Anyway, things looked up when we drove through Pea Island Refuge, a bird sanctuary. This means beaches that aren't packed with people... who collect shells. So, on the shortest walk to the beach(thru the refuge) Kevin pulled over to let me check it out. He made me take a machete (???) and I wasnt arguing. I might have been swinging it around as I was walking, Kevin says Conan the Barbarian, I was going for Capt. Jack Sparrow in the spirit of Blackbeards stomping grounds. I was back in 10 minutes for buckets, it was COVERED in Skate cases (mermaids purse, sting Ray pods). Yah for me!! Kayla went back to help me on my second trip, sans machete. From there we ate at stack em high (yummy) and headed up to the Wright Brothers Memorial and Monument 
