Grandfather mountain

I was on vacation (post-Easter) last week, and enjoyed some much-needed alone time. Eli went on a camping trip with kids from church Friday-Sunday. Libby and I heard Sam Bush Friday evening (with Martha and Russ) at Isis (standing!!! hated that, but enjoyed the music, including the opening act, Wisewater, and dinner was nice). Sunday I took the younger brothers to Grandfather Mountain, giving Libby some of her own alone-time. We packed a picnic lunch and had a good time. It was a bit chillier up there than it was at home. Briggs may be developing a slight fear of heights: he made it only about 1/3 across the mile-high bridge and then had to turn back.But he did scamper up the split rock near the entrance to the park.