Wiped after a stressful day, stalked by aggressive and probably high semi-homeless people in downtown Chapel Hill. On the way to the inn, the car's wiper arm snapped clean off. We were near tears. We pulled into the Inn and got nuzzled by two loving dogs who know souls in need. Just what we needed. M and Mrs M once again were kind and thoughtful people and it felt a little like coming home. We bundled up after dark, sat on the porch sipping wine, and counted owl hoots. Too cloudy to see anything as faint as the space station that night, but the heavens blessed us with a brilliant shooting star. Again, breakfast was smashing and sustained us through a pretty tough hike at the state park in Hillsborough.
This inn is just over an hour's drive from home but its location feels like a million miles from our daily stress and troubles. Wifi and cellphone was again spotty, for ME, but my laptop and phone were made in the previous century. A swell excuse to disconnect and read a book and relish the silence. And not have to make breakfast! Or set up the coffee! Or walk the dogs!