We had a bit of a dual Christmas this year. One with my family, one with Trae's. The great thing was that we didn't have to travel anywhere. I find that as I get older, I enjoy staying put more and more. It's not that I don't love traveling, it's just that I really love being at home. And when you live in such a beautiful place, with miles and miles of trails and thousands of acres of beautiful forests to explore, staying put is its own adventure.
Christmas number one wasn't cold, just slightly rainy. I cooked a large leg of lamb that some neighbors had given to us, and we took it over to my parents' house. They had a huge, roaring fire, we drank eggnog. And we cut out paper snowflakes. Lots of them. We put them on the windows and threw the scraps into the fireplace.
A few days later, we drove to Mullins Cove and spent two nights with Trae's family on the Tennessee River. I always love waking up there, the river so often covered in fog. Usually it melts away in the sunlight, but the day after Christmas it stayed. It was a new world, eerily quiet and milky blue. This is what we saw:
As soon as we left the river and started heading up the mountain, the fog disappeared (only to come back again thicker days later), but these images stayed with me.