After driving along the parkway for a while, we stopped at Grandfather Mountain.
The buddies got a kick out of the bears just sitting like people and waiting on a snack to be thrown down. Wyatt commented on how soft and fluffy he looked, and how he would like to jump down there and pet him. I reminded him that ANYTHING that came down, be it bear pellets or little boys, was considered snack food to the bears.
Posing beside of the gift shop. S wouldn't smile, so the hubs stepped in to save the day.
Was all this stuff here before, because I don't remember this museum. G in front of a statue of Mildred the Bear.
We stayed in here for quite some time, trying to regain the feeling in our ears and extremities.
I didn't wear my toboggan because it makes my hair flat. My ears were burning and ringing for about thirty minutes after we left the bridge.
The mile high swinging bridge. Umm, yeah. It was C.O.L.D. and windy people. They are smiling because we promised to walk right back across and get into the car.
More to follow, stay tuned.