Asheville Love (Via Lots of Pictures)
Indulge me today please. Because today is the day I’m going to show you way too many pictures from my trip back in August and profess to you my total love for Asheville and the mountains and that whole surrounding area.
Because I know you absolutely want to see the bazillion photos that I took and listen to me ramble on and on.
I figure I’m a pretty nosey person and like this type of stuff so maybe a few of you are just as snoopy as I am and will enjoy it. Yes yes.
So let’s begin with some (i.e. a bunch) of pictures from the Food Blog Forum conference. Can you say gorgeous backdrop? I mean that first picture up there just says it all.
The first day of the conference was at the Biltmore and I just couldn’t get over the gorgeousness. The food, the scenery, it was all just awesome.
Those two pictures above were from lunch – twinkle lights? I mean c’mon. I loved it.
After a full day of conferencing (is that a word?), we had a private tour of the Biltmore house. There were no other tourists – just us. Which was so so cool.
Do you think they’ll let me move in?
Dinner was a total feast from the different chefs at the estate. The view? That very first picture up at the top of the post. Unreal.
The second day was all about exploring Asheville – local restaurants, breweries, farms. The emphasis placed on all things local and farm-to-table just totally stole my heart.
I would have taken more pictures but I was busy eating too much. Clearly though, I managed to get a picture of the ice cream. I have my priorities.
After the conference was over, my husband (and beagle!) met me out in Asheville for a 30th birthday celebration. Spoiler alert – 30 ain’t so bad. In case you were wondering.
We actually stayed at a little cabin sorta thing in Black Mountain. The days were spent eating, eating and more eating. We drove into Asheville each day for lunch and/or dinner and every single thing I ate was outrageously good. I also probably gained about 5 pounds but it was totally worth it.
I was still dealing with a bum toe (don’t even get me started on that whole saga) so we couldn’t do a lot of hiking. We did make it out to Grandfather Mountain since you could drive up to the top … and the swinging bridge.
Where I was utterly and completely ridiculous. Do you see that bridge below? Yeah, it’s a mile high and wait for it … it moves in the wind. I may have panicked mid-way across. My husband and the two ladies right behind me found this comical.
Yes, I was that person grabbing the sides saying over and over that this is NOT fun, thank you very much. I then proceeded to practically run across the rest of it to get back to solid ground. At least I provided all the other tourists with a little bit of entertainment?
Can we talk about these rocking chairs that were at the cabin? And just how awesome they are? I need to get me some for our house.
There was a lot of sitting out on the porch with coffee in the mornings. It was glorious.
Emma also enjoyed herself – despite the look she appears to be giving the camera. I don’t think she’s a huge fan of me clicking away in her face.
But she did enjoy all the walks we took, so that definitely makes up for the excessive picture taking.
Asheville … the mountains … I adore you. And I will most certainly be back.