We motored down 221 where in 20 miles I took 500 miles off my tires and carved up the twisties. I know I am rocking it when I begin to hear a noise on the right side of WINI, that would be Amanda giggling in the passenger seat.
After getting lost in the Linville area, we finally found ourselves at the Linville Caverns. This is one of the few attractions where you walk out feeling like you really got your money's worth. We spent $6, Amanda and I decided we would pay $10, but no way $11. The best part of the day was stopping in at Linville Falls where the guy at the information hut lectured us on how we should leave Charlotte. His solution for Charlotte is and I quote "I think they should wall that city up, give everyone a gun and let nature take its course, then we can get in there and clean it up and make it nice." Uh yeah, we were reminded we were in mountains.
Today we got up, had breakfast, motored a little more, then came back to the Inn. We made the trip up to Grandfather Mountain, ate some lunch, saw the bears, eagle, and otters. We got dropped off in a lower parking lot and Amanda and I hiked up to the mile high bridge, meeting her Dad up on the bridge. We sat and just chatted out on the far rocks overlooking the hideous "monstrosity on the mountain" hotel. After some afternoon naps we headed back, coming down the mountain it went from 69 to 85 degrees... and back to reality.