Active Tourism and how I accidentally learned to love it
My lesson was nearly 20 years ago when I learned (by accident really) that my favorite trips are those where I spend time ‘lost in the woods’. At that time, I lived in Florida not far from my brother, and my Mother lived in Pennsylvania. One summer the three of us had agreed to drive and meet half-way in the Blue Ridge Mountains, NC. We rented a small cabin about 10 minutes outside the charming village of Blowing Rock. And there began the eye-opening adventure on Grandfather Mountain and my new appreciation of active tourism and adventure travel.
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