We sneak off to the mountains when summer gets too Warm in North Carolina.
It only takes about fifty minutes and we are suddenly transported into that town from “Dirty Dancing.”
I’m not kidding it is even the same year! It is like “Mad Men,” but in the mountains!
The restaurants bring garlic toast and salads are iceberg and steaks are New York strips.
It is really lovely.
Watching the thermometer dropped 20° is magic. They have to heat the club pool in the summer and no one says a word when you walk in with a bottle of champagne to share with the moms.
Everything is decorated with lattice and the color rose.
Men wear driving shoes and seersucker. The women wear bathing suits with little skirts at the pool while the men are out golfing.
Everyone meets up for a cocktail before dinner and for a nightcap before bed.
To really prove you have entered through a rabbit hole and are now in the past…there is ZERO cell service. We have to talk to one another instead of staring at our screens in our hands.
Thank you mountains for such a bounty of memories and for a flash of the past.
Thanks for letting me share, All that makes you smile, laugh, think, love, cry or cry laughing.