We were high on the pass driving back to Charlotte from Blowing Rock, North Carolina. The Blue Ridge Mountains were on one side and on the other a narrow curving road dropped down into the valley below. We could just barely see this small farm and had to explore. That little farm was just the tip of the iceberg. The valley was beautiful and we drove to the end. The sky began to darken and shortly after we got back on the road home the thunder rolled, the lightning flashed, the heavens opened and there was a downpour of rain.
SOLD
No comments:
Post a Comment