That Time We Slept in a Log Cabin…

By Heather Toner

Another remembrance from our road trip this past summer…
We had left the presidential birthplace landmarks of Andrew Jackson and James K. Polk.  We maneuvered up the North Carolina highway, doing our best to avoid rain and bad traffic.  I had no idea where we were bound, but out of the rainclouds a mountain peak soon emerged…
The boy turned off the highway, and up a narrow dirt road.  As we rounded a bend, a fleet of little log cabins came into view and we found ourselves in a rustic little paradise – quiet, peaceful and lit by the fleeting glimmer of fireflies!

Have you ever seen such an adorable, magical-looking cottage?  I’d love to go back someday…

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