Mount Mitchell

The first hike that Jordan, Tom Hanks (the dog) and I undertook was a trek to Mt. Mitchell. Asheville is conveniently situated in the Blue Ridge Mountains, so there is no shortage of amazing outdoor activities to keep you occupied. 

Confession: I was not really an outdoorsy kinda gal before meeting/marrying Jordan. But he's converted me, and now I really enjoy a hike! As long as it ends in a hammock. And as long as Jordan packs a lunch. ...I'm not high maintenance, you're high maintenance. 

This is me "enjoying" our first-ever hike together back in 2012. I've come a long way.

Mt. Mitchell is a North Carolina State Park, and, with its peak topping out at 6,684 feet, is the highest point east of the Mississippi River. Unfortunately, the day we went, it was really cloudy - we couldn't really see very far! But the drive up was breathtaking. 

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We'd only been in Asheville for a week when we drove out, so the trip (all in all about an hour one way) was our first foray into the mountains. Having moved to NC with no friends and no family, this drive was our first impression of our new home. Needless to say, we were pretty bowled over. There were moments when we were above the clouds, or when we could see clouds pouring over the mountainside as though someone had a giant cosmic pitcher and was dumping them out. It was truly spectacular. 

We finally made our way onto the mountain, parked, and started by hiking onto a trail - not too far, probably only about a half mile. We weren't exactly sure what we were doing, so it was a shorter trip than what has become our now-normal 2-3 hour hikes. 

Afterward, we hiked a short little jaunt to the top of the mountain, where, as I mentioned, we didn't have the best visibility. ...as in, like, none. But it was still really fun! There were two older men on top of the peak who were making a video for a friend of theirs who had recently died. From what I gathered from their narration over the footage, it was to be used as part of their friend's eulogy. They ended their video with a prayer. Something about being that high up is already pretty spiritual, and this just took it to the next level. Absolutely precious and, of course, made me cry. 

The weather started to turn on us a little bit, so we decided to make our way back down the mountain while we had relatively clear skies. Though it was our shortest hike to date, the view on the drive up and (assuming you have clearer weather than we did!) once you reach the top are really something to see. And who doesn't want to go to the highest point east of the Mississippi? There's a great museum detailing the history of Mt. Mitchell that we missed since we had to bail a little early, but it would be very interesting to tour (cough if you are a giant history nerd like my husband cough).

Both humans and the dog on the trip enjoyed it - if you're visiting for an extended period of time, and you have a long afternoon free, this drive is a good investment.

Below are photos of the drive there and back! 

If I had a blog, would you read it?

Alright, alright, alright. *Matthew McConaughey voice*

Another 20-something starting a blog?? I know, it's novel.  

Back when LiveJournals were cool, I kept one up - an entry a day for about 5 years. It's funny, as a woman just a few years shy of 30 (gulp), to be able to go back and read through what are essentially the archives of my angsty and wonderful youth. I could provide a link to that blog, but, I mean...that would basically be the equivalent of me posting a picture of my oversized nose, braces, and hair parted straight down the middle. And who wants that? 

But I love writing! And I miss it. In so many ways, writing is a spiritual discipline for me - without it, I feel a little empty and less myself. 

So here we are. 

Why do I think my opinions are worth blogging? I guess I don't, really. But I know that there's a writing-shaped hole in my heart, and I think it's time I stopped worrying whether or not people would think this is a dumb idea. 

One of my very favorite quotes of all time is by a theologian named Frederick Buechner, who wrote: 
 

"The place God calls you to is the place where your deep gladness and the world's deep hunger meet."
 

For years, like many people my age, I've been trying to discern what it is I'm supposed to do with the life I've been given. I've had some incredible jobs - jobs that have given me joy. Jobs that have made my heart sing. But still, there's a yearning for something I can't quite put my finger on, and the more I talk to other 20-somethings who aren't on track to become fabulous medical professionals or attorneys or accountants, I get the feeling I'm not alone. 

I'd say I spend a fair amount of time worrying about not having found my niche yet. "I'm wasting my life.'" "Am I going to look back on these years before I found 'it' with regret?" "Look at Lena Dunham! She's 29 and she has two movies, a TV show, a book, and a podcast. Why haven't I accomplished that much??" "Why did I just eat that entire pot of mashed potatoes??" 

...okay, maybe that last one isn't about finding my purpose, but it sure feels correlated. 

But then. 

But then, there are moments of stillness when I look around at the gorgeous mountains that surround our little house, at my sleeping dog not-so-quietly snoring, and my husband tinkering with his latest project...in those moments, some blessed peace of mind washes over me and I think, "Stop. Notice. Breathe. Relax. You're okay. It doesn't matter that the house is messy. It doesn't matter that you aren't sure what to do. You're doing fine. Take it a day at a time." 

And I am restored in remembering that I (and all of us) are enough, just as we are. 

My calling still seems elusive to me, but it's punctuated by moments of deep hunger for its speedy arrival and deep gladness for exactly the moment I'm in. Sometimes that moment features me crying because SERIOUSLY, it's good to be alive, and sometimes it features relishing the trashiest shows on TV.

Balance, people. It's about balance. And that's what this blog is all about - a little bit of everything, because the folks who are kind enough to visit my corner of the Internet deserve a wide variety of subject matter. Who says you can't have it all? 

SO: 

  • Are you a 20- or 30- or any-something, wondering if you're the only soul out there secretly resenting the wunderkinds and trying to figure out what you're meant to do?
  • Can we talk about what's happening in the world?
  • Do you want to read about some beautiful places to go and fun things to do in Asheville? 
  • Are you in the mood for some Southern food? 
  • Do you want to read a recap of of The Bachelor? 
  • Are you itching for another 26-year-old blogger to force her husband to take pictures of her while she poses in thousands of dollars' worth of merchandise? (That's just a joke. Sorry. That won't be happening here. Although I do love those daggum blogs.)

Then hop on board. Not quite sure where this train is going, but I'd love to have you along for the ride. What I can promise is that this will be the potentially vulnerable chronicle of some deep hunger (probably both literal and figurative) and deep, deep gladness. 

Because...well, I'll let Beuchner close us out: 

"Here is the world. Beautiful and terrible things will happen. Don't be afraid."