Around Thanksgiving we took a brief trip to Blowing Rock, renting a cabin on a long ridge just south of town with a walk to a great view overlooking the Globe valley. Asta strolls down the rock face in the first photo, then becomes very interested in something in the woods in the second.
On the day we left the Globe valley was filled with fog, and you can see Table Rock and Hawksbill Mountain jutting above the low-lying cloud.
I spent some time walking around in the woods (no surprise there), taking these photos of the forest floor, complete with glassy trash:
Random mossy things on the forest floor
Bottom of a wet leaf
Buried bottle, bottom side up, ensconced in leaves