Looking for a low-key way to get away for a weekend, Leah and I set off for the Blue Ridge mountains. After stopping to pick some apples along the way, we arrived at a quaint farm house that was lovingly converted to a guest house by the grandson of the original builder and occupant. The property was lovely, from the moment we were greeted by free-roaming chickens to the sunset fire pit sessions. We made it in to Asheville for some delicious tacos, and visited quite a few overlooks and short hiking spots along the Blue Ridge parkway.
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