CB and I had a fantastic weekend. On Saturday we trekked 7.2 miles on Table Rock. The hike up felt like hell at times, my legs are used to walking on flat concrete. The incline had my right leg freaking out over the change and spazzing every time I was still. But coming down was wonderful. We ran down the mountain when the path was mostly clear. It was the most exhilarating feeling, going so fast and instantly having to strategize your footsteps.
There are several scenic views once you get to the top so we were confused which view was "the view" that we were supposed to see. This led us further and further up.
CB resting at the actual top. It was divine.
We asked one man how much farther to the best view and he replied that there wasn't much of a view because of the fog.
We ended up at the lodge for "Bluegrass on the Mountain". I think we were both expecting something worthy of Old Crow or Iron Horse but instead found a group of elderly citizens picking on guitars. One man played, what looked like, the first harmonica ever invented. It was cute.
The instagram shot. Looks like Ireland with the color enhancement.
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