On Top of Old Smokey

This week Milah and I, along with another friend, robbed a bank on the way out of town and then we headed for the hills. Okay, maybe we just stopped at an ATM. We were attending A Mountain Quiltfest. It sounds like a more interesting story if we robbed a bank though doesn’t it?

Of course, we had to make a few stops for provisions along the way.

Spring break when you are 40 looks a little different than when you’re 18. There were still a few topless moments, but due to hot flashes versus wild hairs. Oh, and the accommodations are just a little nicer.

Let me tell you, it was tough waking up to this view every morning, but we made the best of it.

And one morning it rained so we had to suffer through this.

Believe it or not, we managed to force ourselves to leave the cabin occasionally. For instance, we took in a quilt show.

Did a little gemstone mining.

Hit a few lots of antique stores.

And hiked Cades Cove.

I like spring break at 40: no husbands, no kids, no TV, no internet, no cell phones - just us girls. We weren’t even headed home before we were already thinking about going back again.