Last weekend in North Carolina we took a jaunt down the Blue Ridge Parkway and it was just so green and fresh and wonderful. Curt was loving the drive and the curves while I just sat in awe of the big trees, expansive views, and yummy fresh air. We stopped at a few overlooks to, well, look over the view and wandered off onto a couple of trails so I could try to catch some mountain laurel shots. We were in a different state, I know, but they're the state flower of Pennsylvania so I had some fond memories of my home. I can't remember for certain, but I think I learned about all the official Pennsylvania flora and fauna from a placemat--maybe it was at Grammy Snyder's house where I spent most of my littlest years or maybe it was at the little Landmark Restaurant downtown where we had french fries with gravy with Pappy Hine. Either way, it's a little flower with a big nostalgic punch.
I'm not especially happy with these shots, but with the breeze and my hiking over forest roots in sandals, they came out okay....haaaaaaaaaaaaaa I also yelled out and almost had Curt run off the road when I saw orange flowers in the woods. That's my favorite color, so I had to see them up close. They're apparently a type of azalea.
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