But everyone seems to take great glee in knocking an opponent's ball down a 45-degree slope that is covered with briars and dense foliage. Some members of our clan seem to forget that the object of this game is to make it successfully through all the little wickets and back to home plate. But that's one of the pleasures of spending part of your summer in the North Carolina mountains. Life is simpler here. We often make our own ice cream, gathering around the churning freezer as it begins to stall, signaling that a batch of rich chocolate ice cream is about ready.
Neighbors take time out for conversation and gather frequently for potluck dinners.
Most of us read a lot, exchanging books around the neighborhood throughout the summer and taking the time to talk about our favorites. The nearest grocery store with more than bread, ice and milk is at least 12 miles away. And if they don't have what you are looking for, you learn to do without it or make a note to bring it back the next time. American flags are everywhere. On Saturday night we'll walk up to a nearby meadow if the weather is clear and watch fireworks in the distance from 4,800 feet.