Final days of Asheville

End of the Asheville Trip. This is sure to be boring for onlookers.

So...Tuesday we went downtown. Brunch at Carmels (best bloody mary ever!) and an afternoon at the Gallery district- dog friendly of course. Visited one amazing painter who was inspring (Jose Girard). Had coffee. Quincy got bath in clawfoot tub at an interesting dog wash. Went home and had dinner at Tupelo Honey. Wednesday went hiking at the major falls in Dupont State Forest. Came home and mom made brunch. Got the call about Angel. Thursday went ziplining and Angel was put down at 12. He said goodbye in the clouds at 5:00 that afternoon.

Walked downtown with Quincy- went to the Mast General Store. Quincy was in heaven- is that candy for ME??!!

Cold front! Went to a place that had an outdoor patio and had the best tomato soup ever. Met a beautiful dane wearing a thundershirt, and also met his family. It was darn chilly. From Pittsburgh. Who knew?

Took Quincy home and had dinner at Curate for our last night.

Friday drove to Charlotte. Surprisingly cute city. Had a great time. Went for some walks:

Ate hot buttered fried corn on the cob. that's right!

Had way too much fried food for dinner. Then walked next to the rail.

Then went home. Last day went to the festival and had crummy Thai food. MMMM. Thai. Am hungry.

Ducks!

Not birds. The boats. On Monday we went rafting with quite possibly the coolest rafting company on earth, Blue Heron Whitewater. Here's how cool they were. We were the only people on our tour, and somehow showed up at the entirely wrong time for our trip, but they came to the shop and took us out anyway. Then they upgraded us to ducks since we are semi-"skilled" rafters. Ducks are the tiny boats you see the real kayaker types head downstream in. Like this.

Ok, perhaps they don't get caught on rocks. But their boats are like this. Anyway, they upgraded us to ducks which I am sure most rafting companies charge extra for but they did not. Quincy did not come along but apparently dogs sometimes do. One of the guides came down behind us just this day with their dog.

Our guide, Fritz, was awesome. They apparently filmed a purina commercial on this river. Guest was a filmmaker at purina...and well, you can imagine how that goes. There were FOUR rafting dogs in the boat.

This was tiring, so it was pretty much the entire Monday of our trip. Quincy stayed at the house with gramma and grampa.  Here we are looking more rafterly.






Larry made us an excellent local, free range steak for dinner that night. It was delicious. On to Tuesday!