We had a lovely day yesterday and really a good trip overall, but it is so tiring. Going to work today will be hard. The mountains were so beautiful; I can't wait to go back, maybe to somewhere a little closer. We stopped at Mount Mitchell, the highest point east of the Mississippi. The observation point at the top was amazing, although it was pretty cloudy. It reminded me of skiing. It was nice and cold there and still warm and humid here last night. This morning it is in the 60s. The ranger at Mount Mitchell took Vanessa and the Captain to the top in a little truck he had (he took others too). We all enjoyed feeling on top of the world; there were lots of others there, people with kids and dogs. We stopped a little further down and ate a picnic lunch, the same as the day before, bread and cheese and meat and lettuce and mayonnaise; the last of the cookies, potato chips, and pears. Then we stopped briefly at the Folk Art Center, which I love. Beautifully locally made arts and crafts, most of them incredibly expensive: baskets, weaving, glass and wood items. Once back in Georgia, we stopped at the produce stand in Rabun County (Osage Farms) and bought more apples, as well as some other things. After that, we started looking for a place to eat. Well, everything was closed on Labor Day. (We didn't try the Dillard House, not the kind of food we wanted). Eventually, we found a Longhorn's in Cornelia. Apparently they are open every day. We enjoyed it, although I was almost too tired to eat. The Captain, as is his wont, enjoyed talking to the young waiter. We were home about 9:30. Just enough time to unpack and fall into bed.