this has probably been my most glorious visit to the Smokey Mountains ever, and I’ve only been here one full day.
Yesterday, driving day, I crossed half of Indiana, through Kentucky and Tennessee, and landed in Maggie Valley, North Carolina. For those of you who don’t know, I’m here with my parents and twenty of their closest biker friends. (A. Yes, I am the only one under 40. B. Yes, I am with a group of 40+ year old bikers.)
We’re renting two (enormous) cabins that are literally on the mountain. You have to drive four miles up to get to where we are (of course, they’re razorbacks all the way, so we’re probably only about two miles up, laterally). Our cabins are glorious—swanky, but still with a rustic feel. However, it’s not the cabins that are amazing.
Today I went to the Biltmore Estate, which is the largest castle in America, and also one of few that still belongs to family hands (AKA not sold to the state). George Vanderbilt opened up Biltmore on Christmas Eve of 1895, and it has been fully functional ever since. The castle has 150 rooms, and I got to see 50 of them. It was just…the coolest thing ever. I will probably make a mega-post about it when I get home, after I’ve loaded my pictures onto my computer.
Tomorrow I’m most likely headed to Grandfather’s Mountain for hiking (and the main attraction, which is a swinging footbridge, one mile [directly laterally, that is] up the mountain. At the peak, I think). Depending on how early of a start I get, I might even do a waterfall tour around Transylvania County.
More to come tomorrow, I’m sure!