go hike a mountain

We awoke this next morning to rougher wind and thicker fog. It was a good thing we had made our attempt on Mt. Rogers the night before because if we had woken up with the intent of hiking in the morning and seen the weather like this, there would have been no attempt at all.

We were on our way to Jesse’s aunt and uncle’s house when I read a recommendation to check out a fudge factory in a town called Meadows of Dan. Pretty ridiculous name, but there were others like it, Mouth of Wilson and Toast, which we passed on the way. We barely found Meadows of Dan because it was enshrouded with fog.

We found the candy place, but it wasn’t going to open for another 2 hours and there wasn’t anything to see in Meadows of Dan to kill time because of the fog. We left with frowny faces and took the Blue Ridge Parkway down to Winston-Salem, which was also pretty foggy.

We made it to Lloyd and Gail’s by lunchtime and were welcomed very warmly by them and their gigantic dogs. They own an Irish Wolfhound, three Great Danes and a Sheepdog. The Great Dane puppy is Gus already weighs 50 lbs. at 4.5 months. He thought he was hiding cleverly.