In an effort to embrace my new home state and impress my husband and his crazy brother, I agreed to camp out in the sub 30 degree, windy Boone weather. Ok ok, camping was my idea, but that was before I knew there was snow in the forecast! The decision was made and there was no turning back. With my new cold weather head gear and fierce determination, I set out to prove my stuff. Once the fire was going and the promise of a very high tech sleeping bag was only a few steps away, I was content in my foreign surroundings. We stood around the fire and told stories and Jason shared some of his experiences from when he through-hiked the Appalachian Trail. SO MUCH FUN!
About 10:30 the snow was coming down in a flurry, but we couldn't really see if it was sticking...
Jason has some mad skills with night time camping photo taking!
Love these two pictures!
In the morning we awoke to a magical winter wonderland! That may be a bit of an exaggeration, but it was beautiful to me. I unzipped our wonderful Mountain Hardware tent (Thank you Ma, Papa, Mom, and Dad!) to discover a little dusting of snow around the perimeter. Jason quickly handed me a snowball and started taking pictures. Patrick was not so eager to wake up and unwrap himself from his cozy sleeping bag.
So, I survived! It's official - I am a North Carolinian (since my NC driver's license clearly was not sufficient)! Next up - hiking to the top of Table Rock and camping up there... Apparently that takes the cake when it comes to snow camping around here.
