Chimney Rock

On our way home from the New Wine Skins missionary conference in North Carolina, we went to Chimney Rock to take a brake from our busy schedule.  The town is named after a rock that is on the side of a mountain, and shaped like a chimney.  My dad wanted to go on it but we didn't have much time.  There was a  river that ran by the town  as well as lots of shops, restaurants, and sites. When we were there, it was quiet, but it is probably busy in the summer.

Across the street from the shops was a little bridge that lead to an island in the middle of the river. It moved like a fast car, and when my dad and I dipped our faces in its water, it felt good as it tasted sweet!
       

After that, Emory, Peter John, and I each got 10 dollars to spend in two shops. Out of both places I got some postcards, a Confederate flag, and a giant glider. Peter John got a sling shot, an American pin, and a set of cowboys and Indians. Emory Bought two pistols, a sheriff badge, and a cowboy hat.  I thought it was neat that my dad went there and bought the same things when he was a kid.

I felt sad when we left North Carolina.  I will miss the places and mountain scenery.

This is my grandfather and great grandfather at Chimney Rock in the 1950's.