On Saturday we drove eastward to the home of younger friends from Vermont who have settled on a ridge outside a small town on the edge of the Daniel Boone National Forest.
There was a car show lining the streets, so we stopped to stretch our legs and admire the beautifully restored vintage autos and trucks.
J. admired these old work trucks.
This 1954 Chevy pickup is the one I would have driven home.
Here's one set up to run the ridges powered by 'white lightning.'
The view from our friends' front yard.
Thomas, a dignified feline, made us welcome.
Sunday morning we ventured to the site of a natural stone bridge, one of the attractions of the national forest. We decided to take the chair lifts up to one of the main trails.
Here, Mike and Sally are dangling in the 'chair' ahead of us.
I don't usually like heights, but I enjoyed this ride, looking down at the tree tops and out across the ridges and valleys.
Taken from the trail, looking across a deep wooded gorge to the rocks beyond.
Standing on the natural stone bridge.
I didn't want to get too close to the edge.
A clump of frost asters.
I need to do some research to identify this delicate bell flower.
We were hungry after nearly two hours of hiking--so rewarded ourselves with a stop at the Subway shop for a late lunch.