It's slowly coming towards spring here in Asheville, and I'm getting the itch to head back out for some weekly wanderings. 

 You know how you can get in these weird patterns that don't seem to have any logical basis, but have been around so long they seem like fact?  That's how I am with the Blue Ridge Parkway.  I get on it, I head south - towards Mount Pisgah.  Probably because when I was a kid that was our thing - we went to Mount Pisgah, or Graveyard Fields, which is close by, and that was that.  But this week, I was headed out on a long overdue meander and when I pulled on to the parkway I turned the other direction - and realized that while it is kind of bizarre I haven't done this before, it also means I have basically a whole new parkway to discover.  Score. My slightly nonsensical habit has left me with lots of room for new discovery.  Happy accidents are my favorite.