Long Update: Part 1

Things have slowed down here a bit. Our friend Prestia came to visit us for about a week and during that time the family went to a herb and good’s show, which I’m guessing is kind of like a farmer’s market. They left a list of chores to do and we managed to finish them all in about two days. That left plenty of time for us to enjoy ourselves. We took our awesome GPS and wandered off into the infinite span of uninhabited mountains. Our goal was to find a Geo-Cach that was only suppose to be a little over two miles away. Unfortunately, two miles over mountains is much different that two miles on level ground. So we gave up that and just enjoyed the sights. Even though we left the path, the mighty GPS Unit saved us from getting lost and eating each other.
The day before Prestia was going to leave, we decided to hit the Appalachian Trail and do some camping. The hike up the mountain was a killer, especially lugging all our camping stuff on our backs, we were not prepared for that kind of strain. As we neared the top of the mountain, over an hour into the hike, the thunder started. We found a level spot to camp and pitched the tent just as the downpour started. It rained harder and thundered louder than I have ever seen. It felt like it stormed for hours and we were all sick of it. We were cold, wet, and bored and we wanted to go home. As soon as there was a break in the rain, we rushed and packed everything up and started down to the car. It didn’t matter that it was too dark to see anything and there were bears and coyotes everywhere. Prestia was in front with the flashlight, I was in the middle with Annabell, and Daniel was in the back with the lantern. We had music playing to keep any animals away and we were booking it as fast as we could, Annabell freaking out over everything that she heard. When we got back down to the car, we piled in and drive home, tired and dirty.
Prestia had to meet his parents in Asheville the next day but we weren’t sure what time. The last two times we went there I always ended up saying “I wish I had brought Annabell” so I wasn’t going to make that mistake again. The guys brought instruments (Dan had the djembi and Prestia had his new guitar) because they had heard about a music shop that was suppose to be ‘Amazing’ and ‘the best’ called Skinny Beats. When we got there, the store owner was the rudest person in Asheville. He was only in it for the money and didn’t want anything to do with us. We left and went to the park and played music and Annabell played fetch.
We stayed in the city until 5 then his parent showed up and we said our goodbyes.
On the drive home we talked about what we were going to do after North Carolina and decided on Montana. We sat down that night and picked out a farm that breeds and trains herding dogs. We should be heading there in late June.