An evening ride on the Blue Ridge Parkway commenced after we cleaned up after our Dutch oven Taco Pie supper. That story and photos along with our Parkway time will have to wait for another Postcard. You see, I'm on Mountain Time and I can finish when I want to. Have a nice evening!
When you are on Mountain Time, the world spins a bit slower. Your day finds it own pace and you become part of that pace. Watches and clocks are rarely looked at, plans just seem to fall in place, and before you know it, you have had an extraordinary day totally dictated by Mountain Time. Mid-morning rolls around and it's time to hit the road for an adventure. Grayson Highlands State Park in Virginia is calling us. The picnic supplies are packed, cameras are in hand, windows are rolled down, and Mountain Time kicks in once again on Highway 58. Mid-afternoon, we found ourselves back home for naps, reading, and sitting in the shade. Supper is always on Mountain Time because we all know that it's done when it's done.
An evening ride on the Blue Ridge Parkway commenced after we cleaned up after our Dutch oven Taco Pie supper. That story and photos along with our Parkway time will have to wait for another Postcard. You see, I'm on Mountain Time and I can finish when I want to. Have a nice evening! Comments are closed.
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