This morning we hiked a short trail to Juneywhank Falls in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park near Bryson City, NC. It is a terrific spot. At the time we mistakenly thought there were some other nearby falls so we didn’t stay there as long as we would have otherwise. After leaving the falls we hiked on up the trail for about a half hour before deciding we had had enough for the day. I walk a lot, but, since we live in the flat lands, the up and down mountain hiking works the leg muscles in an entirely different way.
It’s a good thing we got our hike in this morning, as we have a drizzly, lazy afternoon going now. We have the awning up and are sitting outside enjoying the 65 degree mountain air. Tomorrow we head up into the GSMNP for some camping. That means no Internet, no cell phone, no electricity. It also means quiet, majestic beauty. It sounds like a good trade to me.
I had a dream last night, well, probably more early this morning. It was one of those “I woke up but I’m going to go back to sleep dreams.” In my dream I arrived at church on a Sunday morning only to remember that not only was it a communion Sunday but we had a wedding at the end of the service (I actually performed a wedding like that once, years ago). In my dream I had forgotten about it and I was scrambling around trying to be sure everything was ready. In the midst of it all, people kept stopping me to talk to me. I was trying to be polite but I was very preoccupied with getting ready for both communion and the wedding. The people who wanted to chat with me were all nice people who were glad to see me and I was trying to be “nice” and move on to talking to the groom and bride because we hadn’t even had a rehearsal. I don’t think we need Joseph or Daniel to interpret the dream. Nearly every pastor and many other people can identify with situations like this: needing to do something but being interrupted by good, well-meaning people. I think my subconscious is still working through what it means to truly be on sabbatical leave.
Our only “big” deal on this trip is a trip to Biltmore Estate in Asheville and today was the day. The $47 per person admission is painful and, in my opinion over the top. That isn’t to say it isn’t an impressive place. We saw it all, well all which can be seen without spending an hour in each room picking out each individual feature. There are interesting things everywhere from ceiling to floor, including paintings, books, sculptures, and world class furnishings. It is all quite interesting and impressive. As usual I maxed out in about 45 minutes. Jackie lasts longer than I do on such things, but after a couple of hours the joy was wearing somewhat thin for her too. Outside in the gardens was pretty neat. Other features of the property were, in my opinion, take it or leave it. I’d give it all 3 and a half out of 5 stars and, now that I’ve seen it I seriously doubt I’ll ever shell out the big bucks to do it again.
I was reminded, though, of the positive side to such wealth. Vanderbilt had more money than he knew what to do with. In his unrestrained spending he amassed many world class things that would otherwise have been lost. He’s long gone, but people today can appreciate the fine craftsmanship and artistry of the things he collected.
As we were leaving Biltmore Jackie suggested we drive some of the Blue Ridge Parkway rather than just coming straight back to our campground. We got on just south of Asheville and enjoyed around 3 hours of driving the amazing parkway. I’ve been on it up in Virginia, and now I’ve seen the southern end of it. What an amazing road across the top of the mountains! By the way when it comes to wonderful and memorable design, God wins!