***Trying to figure out the setting on the camera, a task we never mastered!
In the chill, calm before the storm, we hiked to the summit to breathe in paradise.
**The festival we stumbled upon a couple years ago has become a late September destination. Mandolins, banjos, dancing, and true bluegrass mingle with fresh cider and sasparilla. People who appreciate my genuine need to wander and don't ask me to stop, only to 'sit a spell'.
** A diner stop on the way home before hitting another festival. Good foods, good tunes, and good folks= my kind of existence.