Last weekend, Anna and I got away to the hills of North Carolina. The major reason was a book signing in Asheville for Anna's favorit author, Diana Gabaldon. But we also wanted some time out of the city and away from the Florida flatlands.
On the way, there's an exit sign for the town of Saluda. Well, for most people, that's pretty uninteresting, but for someone who knows about railroads, Saluda and the stories of the railroad going through there are legendary. The trains don't go through Saluda anymore, but along the way we passed this interesting little ranch. I had to take some photographs.
Not your typical sunny day - it was raining off and on all day. The tail end of the storms that have caused so much flooding in Georgia were petering out up here in the mountain village. I love how the clouds are scraping the tops of this mountain pasture.
This horse got to be a real ham. Curiosity at who this guy with the camera was and what he was doing or eager to have his portrait taken, it really didn't matter.
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