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this past week, my family went to the small town of Hot Springs in western North Carolina and stayed at a renovated Victorian house that now serves as a bed and breakfast. I have three word, people; IT WAS AMAZING. The town has an estimated population of about 600, which meant less people, and therefore, not very much noise. Hot Springs was so very peacful; it reminded me of Silent Hill. I know Silent Hill is supposed to be a horrible place, but if you take out the the hell-horror idea, don't add back in the residents, and leave in the falling snow, you've gotta pretty nice place to be: isolated, not a lot people, more nature than concrete, and THAT's what i like. Hot Springs is not entirly isolated because it's about 40 miles from Ashville, one of North Carolina's major cities, and it's got about 3 or 4 gated communities surrounding Hot Springs by a 4 - 5 mile radius.
the fact that made so mystical was 1( the Victorian house 2( the size of the town 3( the town's nightlife (there is a bar at the center of Hot Springs that have a lot of people going there at night and camp grounds about 100 ft away from it, which adds life to the night, but in a peaceful, homely sort of way; this helps with the fact that i'm partially nocturnal) 4( the French Broad River that runs through Hot Springs and a large creek that runs beside it (it's more beautiful during the night in my opinion) 5( the Pisgah National Park of Tennesse (western neighboring state of N.C.) sits right beside Hot Springs, within a walking distance.
we also went horseback riding for 3 hours- it was fun, but i wanted the horse to run. My horse kept trying to eat the grass off the egde of the trail, which was antagonizingly annoying T_T. Daddy wasn't too enthusiastic about the trip; I can't remember if it was while on their honeymoon or not, but my Mum and Dad went horseback riding, and during the trip, the riding instructor and Mum decided to let their horses run, and did so as they climbed up a large hill. Well, my Mum knows all about horses, including how to ride them. My Dad, however, only knew how to care for horses, and had never ridden one in his life before:
up the hill + running horses+plus inexperienced dad = falling OFF the horse
You see, riding-ranch horses are trained to play a constant game of " Follow the Leader" and when my Mum's horse and the instructor's horse took off running, so did my Dad's, and when that happened, not only did my dad not know he was suppose to lean forward while going up hill, he also lost his guard from the sudden surge of movment, and went " boing" off the horse, halfway up the hill. To this day, my Mum still laughs from that.
by the way, my Mum told me this; this happened before i was born.
by the way, it's the the tradtional American holiday of "Memorial Day", so here's to our troops, young and old, and i hope our military and govermental leaders get those in iraq and afghanistan out as soon as possible; we've got kids who need mom and dad; we've got fiancees who need their fiancees; spouses who need their spouses; families who need their family; friends who need their friends. Our soldiers deserve something, and it might as well be a life to keep.
cinco de mayo
Tired
Lazy
