The thought of Black Friday and throngs of Black Friday goers makes me want to curl up in the fetal position and whimper, “Mommy, Mommy.”
So this morning, bright and early, I headed toward nature. It was a brisk 30 degrees when my older sister and I arrived at the American Tobacco Trail, which is a converted Durham and South Carolina Railroad corridor that passes through three counties in central North Carolina.
Instead of navigating store isles and counting our savings, we rang up these fun facts concerning what we encountered along the way: Five miles of forest. Two falling pinecones. Three docile dogs. Four pleasant people. Five frantic deer. And numerous gunshots. (Okay, nothing is perfectly peaceful.)
Here are a couple of pictures from our Black Friday morning: