It's taken me all this time to get used to the time difference here. I think I'm finally adjusted and am coming to terms with the fact that I am just a night owl wherever I'm living...the one thing I haven't adjusted to is the weather. Honestly, I don't mind what little humidity we deal with here. It's the fact that you truly never know what your going to get on a day by day basis. The weather predictions are NEVER correct. One minute it's sunny and 85 degrees, the next minute it's pouring rain. Streets flood, traffic slows, people disappear into their homes. And five minutes later it's all over and life goes back to normal. It reminds me of the Starlight Theatre in Balboa Park that pauses it's plays as planes fly directly over. Life pauses here and then picks back up in just minutes with these insane bursts of rain.
Matt and I found ourselves in North Carolina over the weekend. It's just an hour or so drive. We didn't really have any specific destination but we did end up in the Great Smokey Mountains. If I ever thought Georgia was behind the times, I take it all back now. Any references I made about Georgia and the movie Deliverance have now been shifted to North Carolina, specifically in the Smokies. Don't get me wrong. It's absolutely beautiful. And even though it's only August the leaves were already changing. I imagine it becomes a winter wonderland during the later months of the year. North Carolina seems to thrive on it's tourist attractions. Around every turn there are small shops boasting the sale of some oddity or other. My personal favorites were the signs proudly announcing the arrival of frog jelly and moonshine jam. I was tempted, but couldn't bring myself to buy anything like that. Instead I ended up with a jar of honey with the comb in it and huckleberry jam.
About an hour into North Carolina we made our way into the Cherokee Indian Reservation. They are of course in the process of building a very large (and ugly) Harrah's Casino. And just past Cherokee we found it. Yes, the Ghost Town in the Sky amusement park.
$30 later we began the 20 minute, 4000 foot ride in a ski lift up the side of a mountain. And I mean straight up! At the top, we spent an hour exploring the strange little ghost town, watched a shoot out on Main Street and Can Can Dancers in the Saloon. The whole time I was dreading the ride down the mountain. It wasn't so bad I suppose. I was of course distracted by the five or so Groundhogs we saw on the way down. To be honest, Matt and I had no clue what they were. They look like little bears. The only reason we know they were groundhogs is that the children in front of us were screaming about them the whole way down.
For dinner we chose a Southern Buffet. We stood in line for quite awhile and made friends with the elderly gentleman behind us. He told us we had to come to the buffet on Friday nights for their seafood extravaganza. When Matt told him we love seafood, he proceeded to tell us that they have the best Frog Legs in town. I'm pretty sure frog legs aren't seafood. I tried several Southern staples and found out I haven't been missing much. I'm not a fan of collard greens, black eye peas or fried okra. I am unmistakably a California Girl.
Matt and I found ourselves in North Carolina over the weekend. It's just an hour or so drive. We didn't really have any specific destination but we did end up in the Great Smokey Mountains. If I ever thought Georgia was behind the times, I take it all back now. Any references I made about Georgia and the movie Deliverance have now been shifted to North Carolina, specifically in the Smokies. Don't get me wrong. It's absolutely beautiful. And even though it's only August the leaves were already changing. I imagine it becomes a winter wonderland during the later months of the year. North Carolina seems to thrive on it's tourist attractions. Around every turn there are small shops boasting the sale of some oddity or other. My personal favorites were the signs proudly announcing the arrival of frog jelly and moonshine jam. I was tempted, but couldn't bring myself to buy anything like that. Instead I ended up with a jar of honey with the comb in it and huckleberry jam.
About an hour into North Carolina we made our way into the Cherokee Indian Reservation. They are of course in the process of building a very large (and ugly) Harrah's Casino. And just past Cherokee we found it. Yes, the Ghost Town in the Sky amusement park.
$30 later we began the 20 minute, 4000 foot ride in a ski lift up the side of a mountain. And I mean straight up! At the top, we spent an hour exploring the strange little ghost town, watched a shoot out on Main Street and Can Can Dancers in the Saloon. The whole time I was dreading the ride down the mountain. It wasn't so bad I suppose. I was of course distracted by the five or so Groundhogs we saw on the way down. To be honest, Matt and I had no clue what they were. They look like little bears. The only reason we know they were groundhogs is that the children in front of us were screaming about them the whole way down.
For dinner we chose a Southern Buffet. We stood in line for quite awhile and made friends with the elderly gentleman behind us. He told us we had to come to the buffet on Friday nights for their seafood extravaganza. When Matt told him we love seafood, he proceeded to tell us that they have the best Frog Legs in town. I'm pretty sure frog legs aren't seafood. I tried several Southern staples and found out I haven't been missing much. I'm not a fan of collard greens, black eye peas or fried okra. I am unmistakably a California Girl.
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