Category Archives: Travel

More from Asheville

I love Asheville. I love the artistic vibe and the downtown area. The mountains. Oh I love it all. Our last day we spent most of the day being tourist much to the chagrin of our eleven year old who was embarassed by it. I love a city that has hop-on hop-off tours. That afternoon we drove along the Blue Ridge Parkway and pulled over at several of the overlooks. I’m a mountain girl at heart. No beach for me thank you.

Beautiful old homes.

Childhood homes of authors.

Historic churches





Downtowns and Art Museums


And of course some kind of protest in front of the Biltmore Company’s offices downtown. I love the police golf cart.

And the mountains in all their fall colors.











To see more photos from our trip check out my Flickr page.

Our North Carolina Trip – continued

After enjoying the Biltmore House and the grounds near the house we spent the rest of the day on Biltmore Estate.









More photos tomorrow from the rest of Asheville.


A Day at Biltmore



We spent a few days in the North Carolina mountains last week during fall break. Asheville to be exact. If I could split my time between Asheville and San Francisco I would.

Of course I took lots of photos. I’m still editing so today I’m sharing a few from the Biltmore House and the area right around the house. Later this week I plan to share more that I took on Biltmore Estate and ones from Asheville and the Blue Ridge Parkway.

God could not have given me a more postcard perfect day at the Biltmore. The sky was that October blue and the clouds painted perfectly across the sky. Squirt is now at that age where he runs from the camera so I have very few photos of him from our trip. I did manage to sneak a couple and we bribed him for a few as well.










The Roads of San Francisco

I walk up and down the hills of San Francisco. Exploring the west coast city with eyes of a southern girl. My first trip to California. Fascinated by the cable cars, by the people, by the smells, by the architecture my feet carry me all over the city. Blocks and miles I walk.

A last minute trip with my sister, the perfect travel companion for me. She deals well with my motion sickness on the planes. Easy going when we explore, but can make a decision when needed. As she sits in meetings and seminars during the day I explore with camera in hand. Yes I look like a tourist, but I’m okay that. I’m pretty good with a map and I learn to get around using the public transportation. The city is mine to discover.

I walk toward Fisherman’s Wharf discovering the curves of Lombard St. I am determined by day’s end to find it. I soak in the sights and sounds and smells of the wharf. Then I turn back and make my way down Lombard in the opposite direction. I explore a couple of shops then make my way in what I think is the right direction. Noticing the quietness of this area compared to that of the business district where we are staying. More residential than business here.

This city, San Francisco, becomes my favorite. Granted I have very limited experience traveling, but there is just something about this city. Big city mellowed out with an artistic vibe.

I continue walking. Crossing a diagonal street I catch a glimpse for what I have been searching. It’s towers bright in the noon day sun. I make my way to Crissy Field for a better vantage. There I remain, alternately staring and capturing digital images to remember. My spirit wanting to keep the awe it feels. Attempting to hold on to the childlike wonder of it all.

With plans to return later in the afternoon with my sister I follow another road back into the city by the bay. Giving my legs a rest I take the muni to find the Painted Ladies.

More roads waiting to be explored in this city I am falling in love with. Yes, the roads of San Fran beginning a gradual awakening. Leading me to possibilities and dreams long forgotten.

The roads of San Fran leading me to discover the artist hiding within me.

This post is part of the One Word at a Time blog carnival hosted by Peter Pollock

Golden Gate

Is there a way to describe the Golden Gate Bridge? To describe how it caught my breath as I glimpsed it down the street I crossed seeing it for the first time? Maybe it was being somewhere new and exciting. I don’t know. I do know the explorer in me was awakened. Perhaps it’s the thought a bridge can take you beyond where you are today. Moving you. Inspiring you. Taking you places you never thought possible.