I had decided that I needed to get away, I had travel fever. It was Ryan’s busiest month of the year, so I thought it would be a great time to go somewhere slow and quiet (which he hates), have a bit of a quiet retreat. Living on the beach is so fantastic but there really is something about the mountains that just makes me feel grounded so I started looking for out of the way places on the west side of the state where the landscape is different.
When you find a beautiful cabin on 125 private acres… you say yes.
…with an opening garage door and outdoor shower
This place was rustic and off grid, but it was also elegant and beautiful. The small details that were thought of made the experience really wonderful. It was a little bit scary to be up there by myself. Without real electricity or running water. In the dark. I’m afraid of the dark. 🙈
The stillness and the quiet was enveloping. It was so quiet, that when I heard a squirrel running through the leaves I thought someone was coming to murder me. When a leaf fell from the trees and hit the dry leaves on the ground, the noise was so loud that I jumped. But after I realized I would be able to hear someone coming long before they got to me, I was able to relax a little. Mornings were my favorite. It was cold enough to want to wrap up in a blanket on the porch to watch the sunrise, but the hot coffee (made on the cutest little butane burner) made it feel just perfect. When I think about sitting there, I can still feel the silence. The afternoons were hot and sunny, perfect for laying outside naked and reading. The view from the outdoor shower with the cold wind mixing with the hot water in the evenings was unforgettable. Being completely honest here, my first night was terrifying. After it got dark I did not want to go outside, even on the beautiful suspended deck that nothing could reach me on. What was I afraid of? Everything. Serial killers, bigfoot, you name it. I spent an embarrassing amount of time under the covers reading reviews on this Airbnb to see if anything terrible happened to the previous guests. 😂 It wasn’t so bad after that, and I’m really dying to go back.
I was only able to stay a few nights, so I decided to stay in another peaceful looking place the next night. Having a day to kill in Asheville before I could check in, I had scheduled a tattoo appointment at Hot Stuff Tattoo with Henry who I cannot recommend enough, found an awesome metaphysical shop where I picked up some crystals, and also got a few more in a huge gem shop. With a fresh tattoo on my arm all wrapped up, I decided it was a good time to go on a waterfall hike. A rough drive and an easy hike later I found Douglass Falls. I jumped my way across the pools on some suspect looking rocks and found my way behind the water. Sitting behind the falls under some Jurassic Park looking boulders was just another piece of silence that I needed to find. Although I spent some of my day around people, the peaceful trip I was trying to have was still working.
After my hike I made it to the tiny house I was staying in on a farm just down the road. A completely different type of silence here, but still wonderful. My view was overlooking a field and trees with houses and mountains in the distance. I was close enough to people to not feel like I was in the middle of nowhere but still had enough privacy to where the host told me it was safe to pee outside. She was so sweet, and had so many thoughtful touches around the tiny house. I wish I would have enjoyed it more but I was exhausted. I read almost an entire book and fell asleep on the couch this night.
I woke up suddenly and with purpose the next morning, I could not wait to get home. I packed up my car in the rain, in a hurry and I had no idea why. After stopping at the Mountain Juicery and literally filling an entire cooler with cold pressed juice, I drove east with a terrible storm chasing me the entire time. It was time to be home. But I will be back.