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A little place called..... Asssheviillle

The fam met at a nice mountain house for Thanksgiving this year. Fletcher, North Carolina (a breath outside Asheville), which acted as the meeting spot for the Char-town, Lullville, and Hot-lanta crew. As per usual, we had a great time watching football, eating, playing games, and visiting the town of Asheville--home of the beautiful Biltmore (yes we saw George's magnificent estate while we were there too!) I'm SO thankful to have such a large and loving family. Every family has its quirks and characters, and I wouldn't trade mine for the world. God has truly blessed us, and I can't wait to meet the newest addition next month in Lullvulle (that's Kentucky-slang for Louisville).

We loved the downtown Asheville area!


The Asheville veterans marked the way...
This looks a little more like a traditional American Thanksgiving!
We also stopped by the beautiful Grove Park Inn
It's built onto a mountain!
This was the view from one of the porches at Grove Park Inn
They had an incredible gingerbread house display in the lobby!
Everything was made out of candy... those hippos look like tasty milk chocolate.
The grand Biltmore home. This picture doesn't do the 8,000 acre estate justice.
You'll just have to go see it yourself to understand.
Sorry.... no pics inside allowed.


Now I have one week left of school before Christmas Break!!! Man I love the student/teacher schedule!
Xmas music here we come!!!!

~Festive CubBuster

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