We left early on Sunday, but tried to keep the excitement to a minimum. We had trouble finding a breakfast meeting spot (where my parents, Jay & I were supposed to meet up with my sister and her family). The first mom & pop place we tried wasn't open on Sunday, and the 2nd confirmed via a phone call they were open, but when we arrived at their location no one was there. (We've since discovered that they moved.)
Though we were all starving, we decided to stop in at a place my sister had eaten at before 30 minutes up the road. My mom decided to ride between the princess and little man's seats and got hit with some projectile vomit (courtesy of the princess's car sickness) for her trouble.
Once we got into town, we didn't do a whole lot. We walked up and down the street going into the cute little shops, stopping at the park to play, even finding a garage sale to shop! After checking into the cottage, we freshened up then went back out to a pub for dinner. After trying a sip of my BIL's beer selection, I went with a pint of Old Speckled Hen.
It wasn't until Monday that the fun really got started.
Something that we didn't realize when booking the cottage with Blowing Rock Resort Rentals, was that their policy only allowed for 1 bag of garbage for the entirety of our stay. 8 people in a cabin for 3 days, and we only got 1 bag of trash. If we left anything above that we'd be charged an additional $10 per bag.
Ridiculous right? They did, however, include directions to the nearest trash dumps.
Then it was on to Tweesie Railroad - the Little Man loves trains (and all things "go-go" related) so we figured it'd be fun for him. I was less than enthused about Jay and I shelling out $32 each for a stupid train ride, but we were pleasantly surprised at everything the park has to offer.
First off, they allowed us to bring in our picnic lunch. Coming from a tourist town ourselves, we're use to being told we can't even carry in a bottle of water in our purse, much less lug in a rolly cooler full of sandwiches, fruit, and drinks.
After the train ride, we had lunch, then headed into the park toward the rides. Jay took a million pictures (as always) and while some of them didn't turn out to his liking, it meant that I could post some on my blog. You see my sister thinks the Internet is full of crazies just waiting to kidnap her children. I've been given specific instructions not to post their gorgeous faces on my blog. Enter Jay's photo fails.