Long time, no see. Long time, no write. The ugly truth is that I haven’t blogged since July. Honestly, I don’t have a good reason for my absence. I’m not sure why I couldn’t get motivated to write. What I do know is that I’m back now. And it feels good.
A few days ago, I returned from a delightful week visiting friends in Asheville, NC. Joe, Sylvia, and Bandit were my neighbors in the Maples until they moved to Asheville. Here they are, posing for a picture by a lovely waterfall not too far out of town.
I couldn’t begin to describe everything that we saw and did and experienced. So I’m narrowing my focus to one site—Asheville’s most famous and popular tourism spot—the Biltmore estate. If you are not familiar with it, Biltmore House was built by George Vanderbilt in 1895 as his family’s home. Of the seven days I was in town, we spent parts of four of them at or near the Biltmore.
Friday evening found us at the Antler Hill Village and Winery. As the sun set, we enjoyed a leisurely stroll, sipped a glass of wine, and listened to live jazz outdoors. It was a great introduction to the beautiful sights, sounds, and tastes to be found on the estate.
[A reader interrupts: Wait. What does your title mean? Me: Don’t worry, gentle reader. I’m getting to it.]
The next day we were back at the Biltmore for a harvest event in their vineyard. This was not open to the public. But I was lucky to have the right connections to score a ticket. And wow! It included a large appetizer buffet and an opportunity to walk into the vineyard. Oh, and of course, wine. Several delicious wines to choose from.
[Reader: What does it mean? A bee in the rose? Me: Please be patient. I’m getting there.]
On to our third consecutive day of Biltmore adventure. This time, we didn’t technically set foot on the estate. But we did attend Sunday services at The Cathedral of All Souls, which was built by George Vanderbilt as the parish church for the village adjacent to the Biltmore estate.
[THE BEE? IN THE ROSE? I know. Almost there.]
Our fourth and final visit to the Biltmore estate was where most tourists begin their experience—with a tour of Biltmore House, which was built in 1895 by George Vanderbilt as his family’s home. The first view is impressive.
The mansion, sometimes described as the largest home in America, is as fascinating as it is grand. I highly recommend taking the audio tour to learn as you go. After more than two hours in the mansion, I’m sure I could go back next week and find a lot that I missed the first time. It was so overwhelming that I chose not to take photos, but just to try to absorb as much as possible.
The views outside the mansion show just how lovely the setting is. Then it was time to walk through the adjacent gardens.
All of this touring and sight-seeing can wear a person out. So our last day at the Biltmore ended with a picnic in a shady spot in one of the gardens.
On our way to the parking lot, we pass the rose garden. It is late in the season, but there are still flowers blooming. I decide to take a couple more pictures, including the obligatory close-up of a rose.
[And there’s a BEE in the rose?????? Yes, yes, there is, dear reader! There is a bee in the rose at the Biltmore.]
Cool Blog, Carol. I hope I can visit there one day. Ollie (and Oliver)
Ollie, you and Oliver would love the Biltmore.
Very impressive, Caryl. Rick and I will be there right after Christmas and are staying at the Inn for three nights. Do you have recommendations for anything else st Biltmore or in Asheville?
Katie, I’ll think about recommendations and get back to you.
Thanks for sharing your Biltnore experiences. We hope to visit there some day soon. We too have friends in North Carolina. Looks and sounds like a fabulous place to explore.
You will love it there, Marti!