We decided that since it was such a beautiful day that we would take a short trip. After church service we came home, changed our clothes, took the top off the jeep and away we went.
Our plans was to drive into the mountains and stop to Visit Grandfather Mountain. Little did we know that hundreds (and I mean hundreds) of other people had the same idea. Before we got anywhere close to the entrance we were stopped in traffic. Vehicles as far as we could see crawling their way toward Grandfather Mountain. Should we go on and wait our turn or just give up and come another day? We debated this question between us then hubby and I decided to hang tight. As we moved at a snail's pace up the mountain many of our traveling companions began to give up. Vehicles made u turns and headed back but we stayed. And we were so glad!
The mountain was crowded with others wanting to enjoy the beauty at Grandfather but we had a great time. We went to the swinging bridge, toured the museum and visited the animals.
We were tired but a good tired. The feeling you have when you have enjoyed a great day. :)
No matter how old you are there is still a feeling of excitement when you think of the county fair. If you are like me and can't get on the rides anymore you still enjoy going. Those bright lights flashing, twirling and pulsing in the brillant colors in neon. The whirl of the ferris wheel, the clanging of bells on the cars, the melody from the merry-go-round blend with the laughter of the little ones and the shrieks of the older kids. As hubby and I walked around, the calls of the vendors, the lovely smells of popcorn, cotton candy and candy apples brought back many memories. Hubby and I were never a lover of rides as we both always seemed to get sick on them - but our girls loved them. The higher, faster and scarier they were the more they loved them. Needless to say Hubby and I were tickled to death when the girls were old enough to ride with each other without adult accompaniment. So when the girls were young we always went to the fair.
As hubby and I pass the concession wagon I remember so clearly how at every fair there stood hubby and the girls in line. Our oldest was our candy apple girl and the youngest was the cotton candy. That was always our last stop before leaving the fair. Then as we drove home our two girls would be fast asleep before we ever got home - all curled up in the backseat of the car tightly clutching their sugary treats.
Tonight we didn't ride the ferris wheel, try to win a prize at the games nor did we purchase candy apples or cotton candy. But hubby and I had a wonderful trip to the fair. For the small admission fee we walked through the fair, enjoyed the sights, sounds and smells and relived precious times through our memories.
