The cat that peed on my bed... you can see she's licking the bag.
The trip came about because our original plan was to go to Hillsville, VA for their annual flea market, which is literally a mile long on both sides of the street, not to mention that it spreads out further than the street fronts. However, my step mother was the only one that was going to be there (Grandma's house) Friday night, so when I found that out I was like "Let's go camping!" Now John's been trying to get me to go camping for at least a year, so when I blurted out "let's go camping" he was like "YES!!!! Where, when?" so we looked up Blowing Rock, but that turned out to be more of a resort sort of town these days. We settled on Grandfather Mountain because they have the Mile High Swinging Bridge, and Paul never went across it, so he was like "we'll cross it together!! You can help me conquer it Amy!!"
Thursday night we are getting geared to leave, Paul's finishing cleaning the house, because I'm paying him, and Kendra, my sister, comes over because she lives in another city but has a court date Friday morning.
So she's up in our room talking to me while I fold the rest of the clean clothes and packing. We get side tracked by my cat peeing on my bed. Everything in the house comes to a halt, Paul cleaning, my packing, John's whatever he was doing. I was like a ninja, I sprang into action threw the cat off the bed, Kendra pushed everything off the bed and grabbed the other side of the sheet to lift it off before it soaked through and we were successful.... except for the part where I wasn't a ninja, I was in shock that my cute, wonderful cat was actually peeing, I stared at her, and she back at me. I realized what was happening and I threw her off the bed, we got all the stuff of and took the sheet off quickly but not quick enough.
Luckily we have a sleep number bed so the top portion of the mattress comes off and it didn't soak through to the rest of the bed. We cleaned it up quick enough that by the time we got back to the house from our trip we couldn't smell it anymore....holla. So we shoot to leave the house by like 6 am... and all along I figured we'd leave around 8.
8AM Friday morning:
I'm hopping out of the shower, John and Paul instead of packing up the car with the stuff, decided to play video games, and then yell (not angrily) at me for not getting up early so we could "leave on time" The obvious answer was to fire back with why isn't the car packed but seeing as how this is my first camping trip and I was going more out of desperation, I was keen on wasting a little time.
he was so cute he kept sticking his toungue out and was talented in catching treats.
We get in the car we're all ready to go, we're leaving, we pull out into the road, I realize I forgot my jacket! We end up getting on the road around 9 ish, because we needed to stop by walmart and get a tent. We are driving for like 3 hours before we even got to the mountains. As we're driving up the mountain, we see a beautiful waterfall, gorgeous rock formations, and some wonderful mountain top veiws. I love being able to see from high up all the town and city at the base of the mountain.
To even go up on the mountain it's 14 dollars each! Not each car, each person in your car. Had I known that I would have tried to hide me and Paul in the trunk or backseat.
he's so cute.
We start our ascent. We get to a little area and there's a little museum, it's really tiny. Mostly it's rocks and gem, and the kinds of mushrooms that grow in North Carolina, and which ones are poisionous. It was cool, as we were walking out of the little museum though we see the Bear Exhibit this way ---> I'm so excited! I've never seen a bear without glass being between us, and though that's how it was going to be here, but no. there's like a little area where you can throw bears treats and they were so cute. They looked so happy to be there and that people were feeding them. There was also a habitat where you couldn't feed them, and they had a bigger area to play and also seemed really happy.
That is always the most important thing to me, that the animals atleast seem happy. The Ashboro zoo has very sad looking animals. They had some mountain lions that were lazing about, and some birds. I saw my very first Bald Eagle and they are alot bigger than I ever imagined. This sit about 3 ft tall. They only took the injured birds and nursed them back to health, I thought that was really good of them. They win and the birds win. There were otters too. The lady called em out so that we could see them, they went hiding after she went in there habaitat to do some maintenance. so she came out of there place and called them. We headed onward to the Swinging Bridge...
.of doom. Paul's freaking out because of all the twists and turns. I'm freaking out because I'm about to throw up becaues of all the twists and turns. And we see this parking area, and a sign that says no walking. I realize about 4 seconds later why. The turns have now become 90 degree angles, now imagine that there are cars coming from both directions, Paul has resorted to shutting his eyes at this point. we get to the last hill before we get to the parking area and it's the biggest hill, we almost don't make it up it's so steep. I'm tried by the time we get to the bridge from the stairs to the bridge... I'm attributing that to the thin air. We get to the bridge and as you walk across it it swings but not too much and the steel foot steps kinda give a little so it was freaky.
Paul just walks across, doesn't even wait for me... so much for doing it together, of course I have to look down I'm completely safe, and that's what I keep saying as I look out and down. It's really not that high of a drop it's just a couple hundred feet but it's a mile in elevation. Not much to tell other than that. We ended up going to a gem mining place, and found a gem that could be worth a pretty penny. Most gem mining places don't tell you what you've found exactly but this one did.. They told us we found some really great emeralds and rubies and if we got them cut we'd be able to sell them for a good bit.
As we were driving up on the Blue Ridge Parkway, to find a campground, there are parts of the road that jut out and and your riding on on like a bridge that stands off the side of the mountain, it's a neat feeling, but scary if we had been on the motorcycles.
the Blue Ridge Pkwy jutting out, we were just on that.
Anyhow, John usually has a great sense of direction, however we turned the wrong way aobut 6 times as we were trying to find a camp ground. We ended up finding it about 37 minutes AFTER they closed. We ended up just driving to my Grandma's house in Hillsville, and camping in the front yard, since we found out no one was coming till Saturday afternoon (I suspect someone told her I was coming up Friday night too). We built a little fire in her gravel driveway and roasted some hotdogs and marshmallows. The three of us slept in a 2-3 person tent, and I wound up having literally 6 inches in diameter to sleep on.
I'd have to say for my first camping trip I had a great time. Because we got lost I got to see some really pretty scenary, and tease John relentlessly for getting lost and driving south for 20 miles before realizing it.
I can't wait to go camping again.