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And…we’re back. From Hayesville. Returned yesterday afternoon, and today feels like the day after Christmas. Both D and I miss it very much. It’s a transcendently beautiful place, and this weekend showcased it like no other. It was the perfect mountain summer weekend—mild, sunny and breezy. We went out on the lake Saturday afternoon in a rented pontoon boat and splashed around various islands and peninsulas. Saturday evening, we ate on a picnic table in the carport as the evening breeze blew through. I brought my little portable record player outside and put on some music, and we regaled ourselves with some grilled steak and barbeque chicken. It was absolutely wonderful.
We want to move there as soon as possible—but so many pieces have to fall into place for that to happen. One day, hopefully.