postcards: linville, north carolina

Last week, my family headed up to Linville, NC for some good ole fashioned country-clubbing fun. We stayed at the Linville Golf Club at Eseeola Lodge and it was everything out of a movie similar to Dirty Dancing or Caddy Shack. Everyone knows everyone because they all “summer” here because of the 20 degree temperature difference. It was actually quite cold at night [which I loved].

 

The Lodge shuts down for winter and is only open during warmer months [very similar to The Shining – come play with us, Danny]. We were lucky enough to be there for the Fourth of July shenanigans consisting of parade, egg toss, three-legged race, fireworks show, and seafood buffet.

 

Although the lodge and its amenities were available to us, we chose to stay in one of the many privately-owned cabins surrounding the grounds. Our home was named the “Holladay Inn” owned by a lovely lady by the name of Ann Holladay. It was the perfect size for our family and I could get over how awesomely rustic it was.

 

 

 

 

 

 

In Linville, we ate BBQ at the Old Hampton Grist Mill…which also had an antique store and art gallery beside it. I ended up purchasing the BEST licorice I’ve ever had in my life and some pewter plates from Ruffin Street Trading Company [the antique store].

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I loved this area so much because of how close all these mountain towns were to one another. During the day, we traveled to Banner Elk, Boone [where Appalachian State is located], and Blowing Rock. They’re all connect via the Blue Ridge Parkway…which could quite possibly be the prettiest road to drive on in the world ever…

antiquing in boone

cute shirts in Banner Elk

shacks on the side of the parkway

up top

mile high swinging bridge at Grandfather Mountain

 

 

 

 

 

treasures from my trip: pewter plates from linville, brandy bottle from boone, and walking stick from foscoe.

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