It was a brutal couple of days in the High Country with nearly a foot of snow and temperatures in the single digits. Eric and I did manage to brave the elements to get this shot--an experiment in depth of field for my intro to digital photography class.

Snow Day!

I woke up this morning to some of the most significant overnight snowfall I've seen during my five years in Boone. I got that old snow day feeling again, like when I'd have to shovel two feet off the sidewalk back home in Northeast Ohio. Back then, my sister and I would huddle long before the sun came up, next to the radio, fingers crossed, to listen to the 102 Zoo morning school cancellations. Today I tiptoed across the frigid floor to the my laptop which broke the good news--no school.


So I headed for the mountains to get out in it. I started off at MacRae Meadows where I happened to meet cross country skier and local photographer extraordinaire Todd Bush. From there, Todd used his special powers to get us into Grandfather
Mountain, closed due to the harsh weather. We drove until the snow got too deep and set out on foot, pummeled by fierce winds. On our way down we caught sight of a doe and her fawn (wild, not the ones in the zoo). It looks like the baby has a broken leg.

Rooftop Death Fights

Marty, Beast, Eric and I took to the roof to let out some good old male aggression. Things will get a little more interesting with the recent purchase of two pairs of boxing gloves.


Also a picture looking out at Table Rock and Hawksbill from Ship Rock.

King Street

I love living on King Street--always something interesting going on.

Fall

The temperatures are dropping and the leaves are changing--definitely the best time of year in the High Country. Hunter and I went out to the cow pastures at the Cone Manor to take in the view of Grandfather Mountain.

Ideal

Working in one of the busiest restaurants in town is nice because you get to see a lot of people on a daily basis--people you might not normally run into. Benjamin just happens to be one of my favorite people, so I was really glad to see him sit down at the bar the yesterday. It had been months since I'd had a chance to catch up with him and hear about his trip to Nicaragua.
I was fortunate enough to get off a little early so he and I headed for Snake Mountain off of Meat Camp Road. I won't try to tell you how absolutely beautiful it was up there because I couldn't do it justice, so I'll just let you look at the pictures.


That'll Do.

It's been a while blog. I took this picture of the Sawmill Man, local musician Glenn Bolick peering through the window of his very own stage. Enjoy.