Today the Berridge-Troy clan took on the mighty Uwharrie Mountains, the oldest mountain range in North America. So old, in fact, that they're not really that mountainous. And yet, it was still pretty awesome. We went to Morrow Mountain State Park and hiked up Falls Mountain, which was not too rugged but really quite beautiful this time of year, especially because there was a fair amount of water running in the streams.
Graham drove the whole way there and did a good job handling the harassment of not one but three backseat drivers. Mary and Natalie don't have as much experience as I do restraining themselves from overcorrecting him as he drives. He wasn't really delighted with the whole thing, but handled it well, considering.
After driving 2 hours there I really wasn't that excited about driving 10 minutes past the turnoff to the park to reach the town of Albemarle to get some lunch. Fortunately, with her keen eye for such things, Natalie espied a taco truck not far past the turnoff, so we scored some tacos and fortified ourselves.
At the park headquarters, there was a "Lodge" which appeared to be a very old school and rustic event space. It would be a lovely place for a wedding, if it wasn't so fricking far away from everything.
It's worth noting that there was an incredible amount of quartz in the ground as you went up the mountain. I'm sure there's a geological story to it, but I'm no geologist.
All told, it was a good outing day. Not too much infighting in the car.
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