After our first year of living in North Carolina, I thought we occasionally ran a bed and breakfast place. It was wonderful to have many of our closest relatives and friends spend a few days with us. We had two guest rooms, so there was always room for everyone.

Our college friend, Gerhard, made reservations for our bed and breakfast months ahead of time. When son John $pencer and friend Rose came at the same time, we had to work out where people should sleep. The hikers ($, Rose and grandson David) insisted they would all be in the bunk room that has three beds. At breakfast the next day, they said everything went smoothly. It was like sleeping at a very nice hostel. I took a picture of the happy people at breakfast.

Later in the afternoon we had our Memorial Day lunch. John and $ cooked the burgers and brats on the grill. By that time David was working, so it was just the five of us.

We set off for Cataloochee, the area of the Great Smoky Mountains National Park where elk are often spotted. We ended up being much later than expected. We couldn’t let David know we’d be late getting home, because our phones had no bars in that remote area. He found the meats and buns and heated some for his dinner. We joined him to have leftovers together. It had been an unusual day, but a nice one.