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An afternoon sitting by the Blue Ridge Parkway at 3175 feet, with the sky, the mountains, the trees, the tourists, and the warm breezes. Taken at Tanbark Ridge Saturday May 16, 2026 with iPhone.

Tuesday, May 19, 2026

Two local businesses

 Sitting by Flat Creek at Ole's Guacamole Sunday for lunch.



The soothing calm waters were interrupted by visiting begging Mallards...and some folks were throwing them pieces of chips. I was adamant that they didn't get any from us.

I even tried growling and saying firm NO to the ducks, while my friend said sweet things to him. Geese, Do Not Feed Wild Animals people food! The very first tenant learned in relating to natural animals!

 Why do so many people in Black Mountain have trouble with black bears getting in their garbage? The cans are available, sitting all over town, and the bears can get in at least half of them. So the bears have a good taste for people food. They grow well, have more cubs as a result, and the next year, they teach the cubs where rich food is available. Poor bears.

I had a lovely Pechugua Fundida - probably spelled wrong. The chicken had been grilled to a tough stage, but the spinach and mushroom sauce was just lovely on the rice. I asked for no onions to be added and so I was able to really enjoy it, and take half home for another meal.

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On Saturday I stopped to see the Grand Opening action of our local hardware store which opened a branch in Swannanoa, the next town down the highways.








It has a completely different flavor from the old building in Black Mountain, where actually 3 stores are linked together with their wood floors. In BM they sell lots of touristy needs...toys and gifts, kitchen things, everything to the kitchen sink I bet. Here the focus is on hardware!

Great parking, and now I want to go back and see what the ghost sign says on the wall.


And I gladly accepted the treat of a rootbeer float with which to go home.


Everybody, soon or late, sits down to a banquet of consequences. -Robert Louis Stevenson, novelist, essayist, and poet (1850-1894)


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