Fall is my favorite season, but there really is no autumn in southwest Florida.
If you’ve followed me for a while, you know I’m an advocate of doing what makes you happy (within reason…and laws…and physics). That’s why I took myself to Asheville, North Carolina for a few weeks. I really, REALLY wanted a fix of some Fall weather, complete with the kaleidoscope of changing leaves and the smell of the fallen ones as they crunch underfoot.
But how does one vacation responsibly during a pandemic?
For me, I made the long drive in one day to the AirBnB where I stayed, did curbside grocery pickup, and had only one face-to-face conversation (and that was sort of an emergency situation on a trail) for three weeks.
I spent my days driving along the Blue Ridge Parkway admiring the views
hiking on mostly empty trails
and dining al fresco on a feast of peanut butter sandwiches. (I’m fancy like that.)
For the most part, I read and worked at night…because if it’s dark at 5:30 and you don’t watch TV, there’s not that much else to do.
I’m pretty much now ready to embrace the quirky hermit writer lifestyle.