I took the scenic route up to Dad’s new place in Brevard yesterday. Not intentionally, but Siri decided we needed to go a different way and I didn’t argue.
It is a breathtaking drive along Hey 11, also known as the Cherokee Foothills Scenic Highway. I wanted so badly to stop every time something spectacular caught my eye, which was about every 2 miles the whole way. But the 11:30 appointment at his facility prevented any detours.
It’s late spring going into summer here in the south. Gods creation is in full majesty and splendor. I can’t believe how beautiful it is here.
From here, if you go up Hwy 11 towards Brevard and Asheville you’ll pass signs that lead to places like the Greenville YMCA Camp, home of Symmes Chapel aka Pretty Place. It’s right at the Eastern Continental Divide. Then there’s Table Rock and Cesar’s Head, two more can’t miss places to explore. Transylvania County, Dad’s new location for now, boasts I don’t know how many amazing waterfalls. And Brevard itself is a quaint, college mountain town, with a lively arts community and bustling downtown area full of neat shops, hangouts and restaurants. Surrounded by amazing mountain beauty.
In a different time Dad and Mom would have loved poking around a town like this. They did, back in the day. Lenior, Boone, Blowing Rock were places we visited frequently as a family. Those were simple sweet times, going to spend time with the Lepperts, my Tia Lulu, uncle Billy and cousins. Mumi was still alive then, a lovely southern lady.
Yesterday was hard, but the beauty of this place and the memories of good times past made it …. joyful. I am reminded to treasure every moment and take time to thank God for all good things He has given us.