Falling in love with "FALL".

This weekend the Pollies and I took an adventure to the mountains with a couple of my girls friends and their children. We normally sneak off to a Pumpkin Patch each year, however this year we added a little elevation to our escapade. We pulled the girls out of school after lunch, loaded our wagon with a little gas and headed for the hills. We arrived in Boone about 5:00pm and had a dinner at "Peppers". I have to say, it went pretty well, with all these children, there were no spills and no melt downs, that was an accomplishment. Then we checked into our room, which was great, we had a big room, with 2 queens and a foldout couch. Just perfect for our crew! After unloading our wagon, we dressed up the kiddos and headed out to Tweetsie for the "Ghost Train". It was so cold, but nothing we could not handle without hot chocolate. We had a Zombie on our train car. The Pollies handled the scary ride really well, it was not to bad, I was worried. As for Jamie...he asked the Zombie "What your name"?

This morning we took advantage of the complimentary breakfast at the hotel. They kiddos strolled along the buffet counter with their eyes so big. I enjoyed having fresh coffee! After breakfast we loaded up and headed back to Tweetsie for the "Cowboy and Indian Train Ride".
It was fun, Aubrey really liked this. She learned about an outhouse today. When the robbers shot off the walls of the outhouse, and there was a cowboy left sitting on the toilet, she thought that this was so funny. She gets a kick out telling this story. We enjoyed a few rides at the park, my favorite was the Farris Wheel. We then headed off to the overcrowded downtown area of Blowing Rock to eat lunch. We ended up at Mellow Mushroom. The only hold back was that it was late, and we didn't eat lunch until 4:00. The kids did great though. After eating we headed off to the Blowing Rock. I think we all really enjoyed this. There is this legend of this blowing rock...

It is said that a Chickasaw chieftan, fearful of a white man’s admiration for his lovely daughter, journeyed far from the plains to bring her to The Blowing Rock and the care of a squaw mother. One day the maiden, daydreaming on the craggy cliff, spied a Cherokee brave wandering in the wilderness far below and playfully shot an arrow in his direction. The flirtation worked because soon he appeared before her wigwam, courted her with songs of his land and they became lovers, wandering the pathless woodlands and along the crystal streams.

One day a strange reddening of the sky brought the brave and the maiden to The Blowing Rock. To him it was a sign of trouble commanding his return to his tribe in the plains. With the maiden’s entreaties not to leave her, the brave, torn by conflict of duty and heart, leaped from The Rock into the wilderness far below. The grief-stricken maiden prayed daily to the Great Spirit until one evening with a reddening sky, a gust of wind blew her lover back onto The Rock and into her arms. From that day a perpetual wind has blown up onto The Rock from the valley below. For people of other days, at least, this was explanation enough for The Blowing Rock’s mysterious winds causing even the snow to fall upside down.

There happened to be a few couples there getting engaged, which sweet to see. The leaves were incredible. No one fell off the rock. All in all, we had a great trip! Great Memories! Here are few pics..lol!

Our crew..

We are sure to get there with Melissa and her navigation systems!

Dressed and ready!

A new day!