I miss being at our homeplace in Roan Mountain every day; I’ve not spent much time there this year. It sits on a hilltop with a bottom pasture, a quiet lane, and a lazy river. Last week I had a vicarious visit. I went “in spirit” with my daughter, Grace Rowe, and her family, who spent a leisurely vacation week there. Here are some of her pictures. (For more information, check out the website for Roan Mountain Bed & Breakfast.)
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