Mount Mitchell

I recently completed a trip that took me to Asheville, NC and then Charleston, SC. The primary purpose was to watch some South Atlantic League minor league baseball games (“Low A” ball), but I also managed to squeeze in some other sight-seeing. One could probably spend several days to do Charleston right and I was only there for a brief period (and dodged rain for most of that time), but I was really impressed with Mt. Pleasant and hope to go back there for a more leisurely and in-depth visit to “Chucktown”. While in Asheville, I spent a really enjoyable day consuming a portion of the Pigsah Region of the Blue Ridge Parkway – a section that was virgin to me.

That Worked Out So Well

It was a sunny Sunday morning in the third week of February, 2013.  Inside my modest 2200 square foot property, it was 53° Fahrenheit on the first floor. I’d like to tell you that the root cause of this condition was simply the case of my 14 year old propane forced-air furnace finally giving up its ghost, but I am afraid that it was more of a self-inflicted wound type of deal – I basically ran out of propane. Since it didn’t get above 38° outside that weekend in my little neck of the woods, it was a pretty chilly time for Your Faithful Servant. The story behind this latest instance of “aging gracefully” highlights the timeless correctness of the KISS Principle with equal parts of “If It Isn’t Broke, Don’t Fix It” and “Don’t be Such a Dumbass” thrown in.