Second phase of summer involved Boone, NC. I cannot tell you how beautiful it is up there. The air is crisp and clear and your mind is like a dry erase board wiped clean. My mom and stepdad own a home there and above their house is a piece of land that's like a plateau- clear meadow (HELLO Twilight fans) that they said reminded them of sacrificial grounds. So they built a fire pit, a miniature cabin and named it Pagan Hill. (My parents like to take jokes to the billionth degree) Pagan Hill is one of my favorite places on earth. We cooked hot dogs on the fire, drank wine and made s'mores.
We thought about camping on Pagan hill. Thought. Didn't really pan out. But we got so far as to set up the tents. That counts. Right?
Then we went to Grandfather Mountain.
We got a bug in us to start jumping off rocks. My mom was a nervous wreck. We had fun.
Then I got my mom to jump with us. I'm a little too enthusiastic.
I'm not quite as graceful when my converse slips on the rock.
Shepherd riding on my sister, Lindsay's, shoulders. They're good friends.
Plus he braids well.
The day caught up with him. Naps in the car are a regular occurrence when you're too busy living life to stop for the "schedule." Notice the pacifier has dropped out of his mouth.