I promised I'd get back to posting about our trip to the Blue Ridge Parkway.. and it's Labor Day ... a holiday... and what better time to remember good times.
Leslie and I had done the trip from Roanoke down to Mabry's Mill. The air was cool, the sun bright and I was starved by the time we got to the Mill restaurant and gift shop.
But, then it seems I am always starved!
We had a nice lunch next to the windows with a beautiful view of the mountain laurel beside us.
After lunch we meandered down the trail on our way to the mill. A nice young couple offered to take our picture. I love the reflections in the water.
Mabry Mill was built around 1910 by a man named Ed Mabry. Ed was an honest, hard working man, a Primitive Baptist by faith and a Republican of political persuasion.
The flume bringing water down the hillside to turn the wheel at the mill so it can grind corn into meal.
Another view of the flume.
A peaceful sight... a water wheel slowly turning on the side of an old wooden mill.
Two ducks feeding in the water.
Today the mill is one of the most popular sites on the Blue Ridge Parkway.
Some wildflowers at the Mill
After our visit at the Mill, we headed down the mountain, picked up Hwy. 58 and headed home.