Thursday, October 27, 2011

Riverside Drive, Asheville

Glorious late afternoon ride along the French Broad River, north on NC 251, Riverside Drive. Up, up through Marshall and beyond. Spectacular views of the diminishing fall colors along the river. There were hardly any cars. We rode up through to the Tennessee border, lost in the ride.

"It took us longer than I thought it would," Steven said. My camera's battery was depleted halfway into the ride; my backup was stored behind, so I missed some glorious sunset and evening colors. Of course, I have them in my memory and now my words!

Cold and dark, we rode I-26 back. As the sky glowed orange and red, we were exhausted, but happy.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Wonderland

A wonderland of beauty, really, all ours... Just remarkable...

Nature is throwing a visual party. The autumn leaves are like confetti... Life is a celebration of passionate colors...

Monday, October 17, 2011

Pigeon River

We shared lunch along side the Pigeon River and Cold Mountain...

Autumn Air

"A few days ago I walked along the edge of the lake and was treated to the crunch and rustle of leaves with each step I made. The acoustics of this season are different and all sounds, no matter how hushed, are as crisp as autumn air."
~ Eric Sloane

In between visiting company and hectic schedules, we managed a wonderful picnic and ride up NC 215 to the Parkway. The sky was blue blue and the fall colors were spectacular!

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Sun Rays & Autumn

Autumn Colors and the Sun Rays

In the midst of trying to clean the house for my company, I am loving the Fall colors.The reds, oranges, and yellows are even more vibrant against the clear blue sky.

I catch my breath around every turn. And I utter lots of "oohs" and "ahhhs."

Here, at the French Broad River near Bent Creek. Look at how fluorescent the yellows are. The treat of the mighty French Broad. And I love that curved dark bark of the tree.
French Broad River near Bent Creek



Do you ever get immune to this beauty?


"A few days ago I walked along the edge of the lake and was treated to the crunch and rustle of leaves with each step I made. The acoustics of this season are different and all sounds, no matter how hushed, are as crisp as autumn air." ~ Eric Sloane