Mr. Flower and I decided to take a trip up the mountains to buy apples this afternoon.
We traveled on one of Mr. Flower’s favorite curvy roads, Brushy Mountain Road.
We spotted a new sign along the way. It was for an apple distillery, Holman Distillery.
We pulled off the road and down a gravel drive to find a large barn-like building.
The establishment was run by a UNC graduate with a chemistry degree.
It would have been inexcusable to just leave after my taking a few photos.
We were obliged by Tarheel decorum to stay for a tasting.
It would have been rude to take up the man’s time without buying anything.
I should have taken notes on how he made his delicious grenadine. The secret was orange peels.
We did eventually make it up the mountain to get apples.
I love to find folks who follow their dreams, don’t you?
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Love these impromptu detours and alwyas love a good local off the beaten path stop
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