This past weekend I made the seven-hour road trip to Virginia to pick up the kiddo, who, after one year, continues to be in denial that we now live in Georgia as opposed to Roanoke! The drive up was wonderful and as I began to climb the Blue Ridge Mountains, I could swear to you that my blood pressure immediately began to drop. The scenery was earthy, green, and luscious.
I only stayed one night with my friend Chris, but what a night it was. She and her husband, Dave, have a perfect view of the Blue Ridge Parkway from her back deck and as the sun began to set, a chill was in the air. I and five of my best buddies sat outside, laughed and sipped wine and mojitos until the wee hours. What a perfect treat.