We went up Beech Mountain, you know, again. The only thing different about this trip was that we did it quite early in the morning and almost had the mountain to ourselves. It's the way to do it.
Frances got quite hot on the way down. The couple people we met on the way down kindly pretended she was in her bathing suit.
After the mountain, we stopped at the farm stand.
This late in the season, it was fairly quiet, but there was still plenty to tempt.
Frances settled for some herbed popcorn. Mmmm, herbed popcorn.
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