Actually, we took the elevator to the top. Yes. There is an elevator. The park employee elevator-operator had a copy of "Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil" to read when business was slow. "I'm not going to lie," she said. After a few hours I get vertigo."
I think after a few hours I'd get insane.
But we were only in the elevator a few minutes and then out into the sun on the side of the mountain where we only had to climb a few steps up to the top.
Not too sure about that but I left him unchallenged in his opinion.
When we were walking back to the cars, a woman with a small doggie asked us if it was a difficult climb up to the top. She couldn't take the elevator because they wouldn't allow dogs on it and she was entertaining the idea of doing the steps. We discouraged her on that as even young, athletic-looking people were looking strained by the end of the climb. The funny part, though, was when her dog, a Shih Tzu, was nosing and sniffing around August and Levon and the lady said, "He just loves kids!" except that with her accent, it sounded as if she was saying, "He just loves kee-yds," and August asked, "What's a kee-yd?" He really wanted to know.
We really have not done that much exploring or traveling about on this trip. We've been happy here at the house we've rented, the boys playing basketball and games and trying to convince us to let them watch TV. There's also a hot tub that makes them as happy as swimming in a river would, we've been eating good meals and reading books and making a fire in the chiminea and toasting marshmallows for S'mores.
Waffles with bananas, bourbon maple butter and whipped cream. Suck it, Huddle House.
Posing with Sasquatch who is not as tall as Boppy.