The great thing about traveling alone is that you are always dubbed the "winner" of that little game because your competition does not exist.
I enjoyed driving the mountain roads for the first time. Here's what a typical sign looks like:
I have had this hankering for the mountain air for a couple months now. There's something special about being in the mountains. The rolling hills. The hiking. The waterfalls. The old general stores. The Christmas trees planted perfectly along the roadside. The curvy, windy roads. Did I mention the Christmas trees and year-around Christmas stores?
My parents, having attended Appalachian State University, always made it a point to head up to the western part of the state at least once a year. I have not been up there in a while, so I was ecstatic when my friend, Sally, invited me to stay with her to get in my mountain time.
In order to spice up the touring around Highlands, we decided to do a little (or a lot) of plank action. I'm not really sure what "planking" actually means, but... it's funny. Or at least to us. We're really silly people.
Hold up. I just wikipedia'd "planking".
"Planking (or the Lying Down Game): noun. An activity
consisting of lying face down in an unusual or incongruous location.
Both hands must touch the sides of the body. Having a photograph taken
of the participant and posted on the Internet is an integral part of the
game. Players compete to find the most unusual and original location in which to play. The term planking refers to mimicking a wooden plank. Rigidity of the body must be maintained to constitute good planking."
And now we know.
Note girls in background staring. As they probably should. |
Thanks for having me, Sally! Love spending time with you! |
Missing the mountains tonight and the good ol' campfire. Looking forward to a weekend of work and catching up with friends in Chapel Hill.
Always,
Carrie
Carrie
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