We hit the road this morning, saying our last goodbyes to all the things we loved about living in Asheville. We only just scratched the surface, making a return visit a must. Already thinking about being back in the fall.
I can't believe everything fit in the forester this time, both adam's and my stuff. I think my car was born in the same factory as Mary Poppins' trunk.
For now, those rushes of excitment about the new places and people flow steadily.
West Virginia hills, Pennsylvania friends, St. Louis museums, Idaho wilderness, and a Little White home.
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