High Five

Our fifth anniversary was a good one. On Saturday, we loaded up the Jeep and drove to Shelby to stay with Joe’s parents for two nights before heading off to Brevard, NC sans baby. We watched the King’s Mountain fireworks that evening and the next day lounged around, ate a delicious home cooked lunch and took a short walk before Joe’s grandparents came in for a visit.

Monday we drove to Brevard and had several hours to explore before we were able to check in to the B&B. We drove around the Brevard Music Center and to the Pisgah Ranger Station, played in the river, went to Sliding Rock and hiked to Moore Falls.

After checking in and showering, we went to Dugan’s for Irish nachos and drinks. Our sweet tooth(s) demanded that we stop at Food Lion for some Bachelorette snacks. After checking out, Joe pulled out two ones and bought each of us a scratch seven card. Guess who one seven dollars? Me. That was a five dollar profit for each year of marriage. That was pretty great, but the evening was topped off when Wes, the snake, finally got sent home from the Bachelorette. Joe will fuss at me for saying it, but he was quite giddy and even did a little arm pump in the air. The next day I caught him smirking and he confided that he was just thinking about how glad he was that Wes got sent home.

Wednesday we did about several miles of hiking and climbed to John Rock, saw Looking Glass Falls, Triple Falls, Hooker Falls, and Connestee Falls. Triple Falls and Hooker Falls are in DuPont State Forest. I had read several years ago about how the state of NC had used its power of eminent domain to protect the land and shut out a sale to developers, and I was pretty excited to get to visit. My legs berated me for making them do anything more that walk the aisles of our local Walmart, but they will one day thank me. When we were finished hiking, we went on a white squirrel hunt and found several frolicking and munching on peanuts at Brevard College.

Dinner at Hobnob was phenomenal. We both had dill crusted trout and Sangrias and shared a free desert – warm center chocolate cake with strawberries, whipped cream, and a scoop of vanilla icecrem. We looked like a pair of ravenous wolves hunkered down over that cake and giggled our way through each bite.

Yesterday when we picked up Scooby, he laughed so hard when he first saw us. His face got all red and he was shaking in laughter. It was a great site. On the way home, we stopped at Ikea where Scooby ate nearly an entire piece of chocolate cake himself, and then cried through the rest of the store. He was so tired from not getting a good nap in the car. We hustled around like bats who accidentally flew into the wrong cave, trying to locate a couple items we liked and trying to ward off the intense desire to buy things we didn’t need, and made it back to the car fairly unscathed but with a little boy who was done.

Being back home is good. The three of us dallied around Ace Hardware and Logan’s over at Seaboard before Scooby’s nap and gardening. This afternoon I have my two week post-op doctor visit and hopefully will get some answers about this last miscarriage, but most likely will just be given the how-to-precede-from-here talk.