Cabin fever has caught hold in all our car clubs, and with the warming weather, more drives are happening. The first one of the season for the British Car Club had us meeting in west Asheville for a drive north. That’s our red MINI on the left. It counts as British for this club, and also for the two MINI clubs we are in.
It didn’t take very long for more friends to arrive and we had eight cars ready to roll.
A few minutes later and we were up to 12. Seems like a lot of us needed to get out and socialize a bit. We all wore our masks, most of us have been vaccinated too.
We set out on a road headed north. There were weeping cherries, forsythias and Japanese cherry trees in full bloom along the way. We also saw a number of tulip magnolias in bloom in deep pink.
Pastoral scenes on both sides of the road were a pleasure to see. On this one, the farmer was headed out somewhere on his tractor.
Gorgeous pear trees dotted the road in white next to old barns.
This forsythia was the largest I’ve ever seen. It must have been 20 feet tall. I almost didn’t get a photo of it, as it came into view as we went around a bend in the road.
Heading past more working farms, the road curved toward forested land.
We crossed over the French Broad river, swollen and overflowing its banks from the recent rains.
We followed alongside it for a while, noting many areas where the water was almost up to the road, covering walking paths and picnic areas.
Interesting rock formations were on the right side of the road. The sign notes a curvy section ahead, My Sweet Babboo likes those.
Soon we were headed up into a higher elevation.
Another working farm had concrete silos, not the usual.
After a short stop to make sure our group was together, we moved up in the line closer to the middle. We had a radio, and it was better for us to relay messages from the lead car to the sweep car. Lots of times the curvy roads make communication on the radios a challenge. More pear trees bloomed on this road too, reminding me of cupcakes with white frosting lined up on the road.
A pretty valley scene, with pear trees blooming, and mountains in the distance. I just wish we didn’t have so many power lines above ground here.
White blooms everywhere.
Coming back into town, I finally was able to get a photo with the lead car in it. The red one at the top of the hill was our leader, and had planned our drive route.
Every trip I try to get the cars behind us in the mirror. This one got them all, back to the big white SUV that was working sweep. The sweep car is there to be sure we all stay together, and help if anyone breaks down.
The grass is greening up here and there, even though many of the trees are still bare.
Coming back alongside the French Broad river, this small dam was overflowing. A hawk was circling overhead, looking for a meal. I hope he got a fish dinner.
One more cherry tree, another cupcake with light pink frosting, before we reached the restaurant for take out to outdoor tables.
It was a nice drive, and we made it home before it started raining again. It felt so good to put on a pretty sweater, see some friends, bump elbows, have a nice chat and some laughs in the parking lot before the drive began. I hope that soon we will be able to have a meal with long-not-seen friends outside, and maybe feel safe enough to have a meal inside a restaurant with other vaccinated friends. I feel like a butterfly emerging from a chrysalis, wings not fully dry, but soon will be flying free. We have something planned for every Saturday in April, so I think you’ll see more of our spring countryside in future posts.
Are you able to see friends again? Are the trees blooming (or changing color) in your part of the world? Are you ready to dry your wings and fly again?