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The Mountain and The Rest Of The World

Not a lot of people like winter around here.  Most of them actually hate this time of year.  Even if they think the snow is pretty to look at, they hate having to navigate the winding mountain roads when the weather’s bad.  I am not one of these people.  I actually don’t mind driving in the snow.  And driving in a snow storm at night ranks right up there on my list of little things that I love so much.  I love Winter and everything about it.  However, that being said, living up here on the side of one of these mountains has given me a whole new appreciation for driving in the snow, or up here, driving anywhere from a few days to a week after the snow.

We can pretty much count on getting the fluffy, white stuff if there’s even the slightest indication of it in our local forecast.  It’ll snow up here when it’s not snowing anywhere else.  It’s really amazing.  At the bottom of the mountain, or civilization, as some like to refer to it, it’ll be dry as a bone and nothing going on.  About half way up the mountain, the flakes begin to fly and by the time I get to our house, it looks like someone’s shook up a snow globe!  For this snow lover, it’s really a wonderful life up here.

Looking at a mountain range far off in the distance after a snow storm and seeing that part of the mountain has melted and is back to its regular brown Winter color and the other part is still snowy white, blanketed in the glorious fluffy, white stuff has always been stunning and gorgeous to me.  Especially when the setting sun casts the last colors of daylight on one of these mountains.  Vivid, deep purples, bright magentas, and shades of auburn that appear to change with each curve of the mountain and the various shades of white and brown.  But after living up here, near the top of one of these majestic mountain ranges, I’ve found that I have a new appreciation for this phenomenon.

There are distinct lines between winter and fall after the warm, Winter sun has melted part of the mountain.  Driving along the windy road, one side of the forest floor will be snowy white, while the other side will be filled with all the rich brown, earthy colors of Fall.  And it changes with each twist and turn in the road.  At certain points, it’s Winter on the left and Fall on the right.  Then, as you wind your way higher, just beyond the next bend in the road, Fall’s on the left and Winter’s now on the right.  It’s really quite amazing.

The drawback to all this beauty is that parts of the mountain melt completely away, leaving no trace of the slick snow, ice, and slush, while other parts melt just enough to form what should be considered an Olympic sport arena where instead of wearing skates, people drive 4×4 vehicles, sometimes equipped with chains, to compete for gold medals.  I’m pretty sure Mountain Man would take the gold each and every year in this event.

I had never been afraid of driving on slick roads in my life until I started trying to drive on these roads up here.  Even on a good day, these roads aren’t for the faint of heart.  I’ve been told that there are grown men who won’t drive down our driveway in the snow!  But I have.  I’ve done it a few times.  It’s not that bad as long as you’ve got all the right equipment.  You know, a four-wheel drive vehicle, a really good set of tires, the ability to actually drive in the snow, and for me, the ability to pray and drive at the same time.  I get real close to God this time of year.   However, just because I’ve done it, does not mean I wanna do it again.

I’m supposed to go out this morning and I just really don’t know if I’m gonna try it or not.  I’m missing some of the necessary equipment required to get me safely to the bottom.  My tires are not the best in the world and the thoughts of going down the parts of the mountain that didn’t melt at all yesterday make me wanna go crawl back in bed and hide under the covers.

So here I sit, debating back and forth, the pros and cons of going out this morning.  The sun’s just coming up over the mountains to the East and the Carolina blue sky is dotted with a few high puffy clouds.  It’s another one of those beautiful NC mornings.  Snow or no snow, slick road or dry, I know just how lucky I am to live here in this little cabin, on the side of this mountain, with my Mountain Man.





Big, Comfy, Cozy

It’s cold up here on the mountain this morning!  I mean really cold!  According to our handy dandy thermometer, it’s 29.3 degrees outside right now.  By the way, for those of you out there that might be wondering, right now just happens to be 8:15 am.  The fireplace is roaring and the little back up electric heater is humming right behind Mountain Man’s big, comfy, cozy chair.  The same chair that becomes my big, comfy, cozy chair throughout the day until he gets home from work.  But I’m still cold!

The funny thing is, the sun’s shining in a bright blue sky outside and to look out the windows, you’d think it was a nice, mild Fall day.  Nope.  Not up here anyway.

Oh well, I’ve got a ton of stuff I’ve gotta get done today before our weekend officially starts here at the cabin.  It’s funny how the older I get, the more I love just hanging around the house with my Mountain Man and our little family.  I’ve always said, it’s the little things in life that mean the most.  The little things, and on cold mornings like this, Mountain Man’s big, comfy, cozy chair.

Fall Colors

A great deal of people simply cannot understand why we live waaaaaaaaay up here on the top of the world.  Well, they say a picture is worth a thousand words, so I’ll just let these do the talking.

Not Yet

As I’ve previously stated in the past, I’m a Mountain Girl and I live almost at the tip top of a mountain.  I only make it to town about once a week to pick up supplies, groceries, household items, and of course, beer/liquor/any other form of alcohol that might be tempting me and/or Mountain Man at the time.  So when I went into one of our local Wally World, (Wal*Mart, or for some of you out there, the Wal*Marts,) yesterday to make some prints from our camera and grab some beer, I was practically assaulted with all things Christmas the second I walked in the door!

Red and green decorations hanging everywhere and on everything that could hold them.  Christmas trees decorated in every color scheme imaginable.  Christmas music blaring over the speakers.  Christmas layaway signs displayed throughout the electronics and toy departments.  Christmas candy and specialty holiday packaged foods and beverages on every end cap in the grocery department.  It was everywhere!!!

Now please don’t misunderstand and jump to ugly conclusions about me that involve images of this guy:


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or Mr. Scrooge.


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I happen to love Christmas and everything about it!  Well, except all the commercialism surrounding it.  But wait, I do actually enjoy shopping for gifts for my family and friends, so maybe I do like some of the commercialism.  Hmmmm.  The revelations revealed about oneself in a blog can be kinda funny when you think about it.

Back to my point.  Christmas is my favorite holiday of the year.  I love the entire holiday season.  Which should begin with Thanksgiving and end with New Year’s.  And therein lies my problem.  I started seeing Christmas stuff in the stores before Halloween even got here!  And now, it’s in full swing and it’s only November 5th!!!  We, as shoppers, should be able to enjoy each season/holiday individually without being bombarded with merchandise for the upcoming holidays before it’s time.  Right now, there should be fall colors adorning stores, complete with Turkeys, leaves, acorns, and football!!!

I know, I know.  My little rant is not gonna change the way stores have been marketing Christmas since probably before this ol gal was even born, but I hope that there are some readers out there that feel the same way I do.

And again, I repeat:  I’m not the Grinch or Mr. Scrooge!

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It’s Too Early

Living up here near the top of the mountain, we see a lot of different weather patterns that most of our neighbors down at the base just aren’t lucky enough to experience.  For instance, in the summer, it’s almost always cooler up here than it is down below and in the neighboring little towns.  Fall is no different.  It’s still cooler up top here, but we also have something else that our lower elevation friends don’t have.

Saturday’s forecast called for “snow flurries up top” and Mother Nature sure didn’t disappoint.  Saturday morning, we woke up to an extremely cooler morning and by about mid-day, the first tiny little flakes of the season were swirling around the cabin.

Now, some of you that know me, know that I absotivelyposilutely love snow.  I love colder temps.  I love roaring fires in the fireplace.  I love homemade soup.  I love Mountain Man’s deer chili.  I love Christmas.  I love sledding, snowmen, and snowball fights.  I love, love, love everything about Winter!

However, when you’re looking out your windows and your garden still has tomatoes hanging on the vines, your pepper plants are still hanging full, green onion tops are still protruding from the ground, and most of the trees around you are still hanging full of lush, green leaves, snow just doesn’t have the same effect.  I think this might’ve been the first time in my life that the first snow of the year didn’t make me deliriously happy.  I’m talking happiness that leads to squeals of delight, jumping up and down, and grinning from ear to ear without being able to stop!  And remember, I’m a grown woman!  To some, this is what might be considered a sight to behold.

Most people around here think I’m nuts because I’m one of the few that actually likes the snow.  And I’m pretty sure I’m the only one that loves the fluffy white stuff.  I’ve even been given a thoughtful name by all of my dear friends.  During the Winter months, I’m known as The Snow Queen.  I usually catch a lot of flack from everyone I know once Winter sets in and this year’s not gonna be any different.  In fact, it’s already begun.  But that’s ok.  I can handle it.  My love of snow far outweighs anything anyone can ever say about The Snow Queen.  Plus, they all love me and they all know who they are.

This Snow Queen will have plenty of time to get excited and dance a jig later on in the year when it snows again.  But for now, it’s just too dang early.  I’m really hoping that the fluffy white stuff doesn’t make its return until Fall has had a chance to come and go.

Oh, Happy Day!

See this…

This big ball of fire makes this Mountain Girl veeeeerrrrrrrrryyy happy!

Nothing like a little dose of sunshine in the bright Carolina blue sky to brighten up even the darkest of days.


It just doesn’t get much better than this, y’all!

Three Things

Three splendidly wonderful things happened up here at the cabin over the weekend.


1) I had to build the first fire of the season because it got so blasted chilly.

2) I replaced our lovely, soft cool summer sheets with thick, fluffy flannel ones to knock the chill off and keep us warm at night.

3) Mountain Man killed the very first deer of the season early Saturday morning.


These may not seem very important to some of you, but for me, they signify that while according to the calendar, fall officially doesn’t begin until next weekend, it has indeed come early for us here on our side of the Blue Ridge Mountains.

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