Pictured above is a robin outside the kitchen window.
The start of this journey, a small town next to Tobaccoville. In this place the dirt is an iron-rich red-orange. There are tobacco fields among the rolling foothills of the Saura mountain range. These mountains include Saura mountain, Pilot mountain and Hanging rock. The countryside is peppered with small diners, shops and the smallest tattoo parlor I've ever seen.
At our house we have 170 acres, 6 dogs, a new pool, a tractor and a beautiful log home. It's a happy mess and a cozy retreat in the woods. The house was built by my mother and stepfather, who passed away just before they completed it. It's got a very rustic feel with wood floors and giant timbers everywhere.
There's lots of board games, video games, dogs to play with and land to work. Before I left we went to the King fair. There were cows and chickens and rabbits as well as rides and carnival games and, best/worst of all, carnival food.
There are lovely state parks and I hear there are some great climbing areas, but I didn't make it out to them.
It's a lovely place full of lovely people.
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| Pilot Mountain. |
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| Pilot mountain from a distance. |
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