Hey folks, it has been a while. I have been working on and completed the liquor cabinet with photos soon to follow. However I thought I might share from a little trip Eva and I took to Asheville, NC.
If you don't happen to know, Asheville is a relatively small town (compared to the Twin Cities) located among the hills of the Appalachian Mountains on the west side of North Carolina. It is a hotspot for craft, particularly furniture.
If you don't like trees, don't bother coming to the area.
If you have no desire for the occasional scenic river, you may be wise to go elsewhere. Note: more trees.
If the thought of sleepy hills and mountains in yonder background make you ill, best not come around here.
Thus far, it's pretty nice for me.
But wait! Laboriously barbequed ribs and southern comfort food around the river arts district!? (at 12 Bones) The kind of meal I might now need to live?
Why not follow that up with what some may call a Kentucky Arny Palmer? Done.
The trip wasn't all nature and food though. One of the reasons we went to Asheville was to visit a benchmate of mine from Inside Passage,
Jason Dingess. He has a moderate sized shop which he rents space not a terrible distance from that fabulous bbq joint.
I spent a couple hours adding some dust to the shop helping Jason out with a shelving project. I was right at home with his DBM-64.
Sorry for the blurry photo, but it's going to be a nice little set of shelves. Perhaps I'll be able to see them one day.
That about raps up the quick and short of the trip. Before I sign off for now...
I thought it would be nice to share this sensual photo endorsing this camp site in Appalachia.
