Still on the same day (April 11, 2009), we went to a mountain farmstead in the Blue Ridge Mountains. Did you know that this massive land form binds eight states of Uncle Sam? These are the states of Georgia, North Carolina, Tennessee, Maryland, Pennsylvania, South Carolina, West Virginia and Virginia. Googles's the man! Click here for more of Wikipedia's enlightening narrative.
I got some info from Wikipedia, and I quoted it below.
"The Blue Ridge Mountains are noted for their bluish color when seen from a distance. Trees put the "blue" in Blue Ridge, from the isoprene released into the atmosphere, thereby contributing to the characteristic haze on the mountains and their distinctive color."
The famous bluish haze of Blue Ridge
Oh wind, take away our sorrows...
Fall has just ended...
Looks like in the old bygone movies
We walked through the self-guiding trail through a mountain farmstead. I learned from a signage that it was originally a Land Grant tract dispensed by the Commonwealth of Virginia to induce pioneers to settle the Blue Ridge Mountains and establish the border of the Western Frontier. Later it became known as the William J. Carter Farm. The original buildings have long since disappeared, but were replaced by other authentic structures moved from nearby.
Walk-a-thon starts now!
HRH Minnie, Don (the boyfriend) and moi
Goofin' in the logs
Knock, knock, knockin' on log cabin's door
Little house on the prairie
Lemme out, y'all!
Reenacting the bygone tradition of lynching... Hahaha!
My own postcard shot (ehem)
I just found a deer!
Walking through the self-guiding trail of a farmstead was truly a learning experience. I felt like I time-tavelled to the early days of American pioneer and frontier life. On hindsight, it was truly a man's instinct that he needs to seek greener pastures and build his own family while trying to survive the atrocities of his government and environment. Don't we all love freedom? We, Filipinos, are no strangers of that fact. Up until our liberation sometime between 1944 and 1945, we have forever struggled for survival and freedom.
Holly Eldred, another trainor from LexisNexis, recommended a quaint and rustic resto named Blue Ridge Pig in Nellysford. Click here for this famous pull'd pork barbecue resto's review. I saw that pulled pork is spelled as "pull'd pork" in their menu, and the price is just right -$8 to $10. It must be the South American English, y'all! The resto crew (owners) spoke to us in a heavily-accented English.
Piggin' out in the Blue Ridge Pig
We ordered the house specialty pull'd pork barbecue sandwich with two side dishes: macaroni salad and potato salad. If you're going to ask my most honest opinion, I'd rather eat Mcdo value meal. Why? It was quite a turn-off when we saw how the pork meat being pull'd (whatever) into shreds by dirty hands. Let's just say that maybe he was digging up some potato plots before he pull'd. Totally unhygienic. Ew, sorry. Plus, I never did like onions in my potato salad. I heard it's an authentic recipe -good ole Southern potato salad, but I'm no onion lover.
Staring at his calling card which he proudly inserted in the ceiling
Cute pink pig lantern (Noticed our take-out styro boxes? We barely finished the pull'd pork barbecue sandwich.)
The sign says: "Rustic... Sophisticated... Smoked" - Meats and Sandwiches, The Washington Post"
It somehow impressed me when I saw The Washington Post's review in the resto's road marker. Wow. I consulted my fling* once again and found this: "The Washington Post is Washington, D.C.'s largest newspaper and its oldest, founded in 1877. Located in the nation's capital, The Post has a particular emphasis on national politics. D.C., Maryland, and Virginia editions are printed for daily circulation."