Transylvania County in Brevard, North Carolina, is where Dave and I went to celebrate our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary in October of 2018. Our anniversary is actually in September; we took the trip in October because I wanted to see the leaves change and Dave was busy with work until then.
The couple of times I intended to write about our trip, emotion overtook me and rendered me mute. It has been an especially difficult thing to do due to my dad dying just a week after we got back. Particularly, I defiantly said, “No,” when Dave mentioned inviting them on the trip. This has required me to muster up some forgiveness for myself and discipline to refrain from beating myself up.
Now, more than a year later, I am ready to write about the fabulous time Dave and I had at Indian Camp Mountain. And today, I can truly say, that if it was meant to be that my parent’s were there, they would have been. My faith in God has to supersede my faith in me in order for me to be truly happy, as I know from experience.
The log cabin was a three-story house and Dave was right, there would have been plenty of room.
And the hikes, well, I doubt my parents could have handled the hikes. Most likely they would have stayed at the cabin and cooked. We hiked. And we hiked. And then hiked some more.
One time, we suddenly and unexpectedly came across a waterfall.
I tripped on a rock.
Then we found a gazebo next to a quaint pond.
And then we discovered a road and made our way back to the house via pavement.
And then we rested.