strands
I was in Blowing Rock, North Carolina, for a weekend knitting retreat my mom and her best friend host every spring. I always attend—to enjoy the camaraderie of knitters and to help my mom with administrative tasks. But I don’t take classes during the day. I go to the mountains on this April weekend to hike. Western North Carolina is a hiker’s dream, with the ancient, soft green peaks of the Appalachians, myriad waterfalls, and lots of great trails. This past year, I planned to do the trail that leads up the back side of Grandfather Mountain, one of the state’s beloved landmarks. I planned the hike for Sunday and gave myself Saturday to wander around the little mountain town and relax. It was a gorgeous sunny day, and I walked…