Adventures don't always end up as planned. If they did, I would likely refer to them as activities. I once heard someone say that adventure doesn't begin until something goes awry.
Luna and I reached the Casa de Kirk and decided to layover a few days in celebration of Lily's birthday. We played board games, harvested ramps, and spent a day paddling on the French Broad; time well spent by any measure! After the paddling trip, we elected to hitch a ride with Eliot and Ashley to their house in Jones Gap State Park (SC). This allowed us to shave about 14 miles of roadwalking that would have been less than enjoyable, especially with the four-legged one.
|Luna and Uwharrie conked out.|
So the story begins at Jones Gap State Park, the eastern terminus of the blue-blaze spur of the Foothills Trail. What follows are my journal entries, so forgive any lack of eloquence, I was typically tired when I wrote them.