When your marriage passes the 50 mark, you need to celebrate for at least a week. We began by going to the Pisgah Inn on the Blue Ridge Parkway. It was grandson David’s first time, so we marked that by taking a selfie on the new observation deck.
John usually takes me by my favorite waterfall on the way home, and that treat was included in the day. David has been there a number of times. He’s always game to get out and look at it with me. I took two shots of him as he explored the falls up close.
We crossed the road to look at the falls downstream. When David squatted down on that high pillar, I took the shot and had to walk away. It gives me the willies to see anyone there, knowing a tumble from that height could be lethal. I saw son John $ sit at the same spot with his legs dangling down. It had the same effect on me.
David and I saw our neighbors on their front porch and went over to visit for a while. Logan wanted to play Old Bunny, a card game based on the idea of Old Maid. A storm was coming up behind us, complete with thunder and lightning.
On our actual anniversary, John didn’t complain when I took a selfie to show us at the creek.
David was the photographer when we had breakfast at The Buttered Biscuit. My hair was still wet.
We tried for a more formal portrait with the balloon David bought for us. As you can see, we are not formal people.
We split a tiny chocolate cake from the supermarket bakery, and John was off to New York to pick up grandson Nathaniel for the summer.