Vive le Dash

I've been visiting Asheville, NC since my college roommate moved there after graduation.  Now, it doesn't have the beach, but it is a damn fun city for a vacation.  Up in the Appalachian mountains, you can check out the hiking trails or drive along the Blue Ridge Parkway.  I actually went horseback riding for the first time ever last year.  More importantly, the town has about a dozen breweries in the city limits.  Twice that in the surrounding area makes it a beer lover's paradise.  Check out the Fire Escape Ale if you get a chance; it's infused with jalapenos! It's the mountain scenery though.  The best time I ever had in Asheville was with a bunch of friends from college.  We didn't interact with a soul.  The seven of us rented a place way the hell up in the boonies.  Between the keg, the hot tub, and my friends,  I could live there forever.  Sans beach.  I know, madness. The whole town is full of hippies and hipsters.  I can't actually tell them

I'm tired.  Quite.  Traveling does that to you.  I had planned on a road trip to go up to Milwaukee this month, but I had to cave.  If I didn't have any place to be I might be willing to devote the time to it.  But I want to enjoy this last month in Charleston.  If I rushed the trip, well, that defeats the point.  There will be time for road trips later.  Besides, God taught man to fly, best take advantage of it.  I decided this while driving all around North Carolina this past week.  It probably didn't help that my radio is too damn quiet to hear with the windows down and my A/C refuses to be more effective than a light breeze.  Who the hell turned on the heat this week?  Clarice, I love you, but you are getting old. It was a grand week though.  I hiked out in the wilderness and swam in a rock query.  I fished with my brother and grilled out by Lake Johnson.  (Actually, I know nothing of fishing and just watched him.  Oh, and we never actually caught anything either; doe