We took B’s Boy Scouts camping in North Carolina for a week. It was a great time and one I doubt any of us will forget.
On the drive up, we stopped at Stripling’s country market in central Georgia. It has been around at at least three locations in the same town and it makes an interesting stop.
This pink pig is out front. I think its construction is ingenious. It is a hay bale, buckets, carpet ears, and a drain hose and mop tail.
Awesome!
At the end of our long drive, we stopped at Hawg Wild in Pisgah Forest for the best ribs you are going to find. Oh my goodness! The bones slid right out, clean. B and I had been there a year ago with son, D, who had been there before with his K. Our group came away convinced these were the best ribs ever. They kept talking about wanting to go back. Unfortunately, that was not in the budget for this trip.
While we were eating, this young feller, was pickin’ and a-grinnin’, The banjo belonged to another diner who had brought it in to keep it out of the heat in the car.
This nine-year-old kid, still in his swim trunks and water shoes from tubing on the Davidson, was a natural player. It was a nice “welcome to the mountains” impromptu concert.
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