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  • Writer's pictureBecky Borneman

From Beach To Beech

We left Surf City and arrived at Beech Mountain. I secretly planned this trip for Jeff and I to go and relax for a few days. Once I told him where we were going he was just as excited as I was.

But there is a twist to this vacation. Growing up we would travel 12 hours from Florida to Beech Mountain, one week in January and one week in July, to my grandparent's ski condo. The memories I have with my cousins, parents, grandparents and even great grandparents are vast. We would ski, ice skate, grab lunch at Fred’s, explore Linville Falls during the winter and enjoy Tweetsie Railroad, Grandfather Mountain, Blowing Rock and Banner Elk in the summer. We would cram all 8 of us at one time in the small 2 bedroom condo. And we were happy as could be.

The twist is, I was able to locate their exact condo and rent it for us this week. When I walked in, I teared up sharing with Jeff each flashback that popped up. How us kids would pile up on blow up mattresses, where we had our first snowball fight. I almost slept on the sofa for old time's sake instead of in the bedroom.

As I look out from one balcony and see the old man’s face that gave Grandfather Mountain its name, I realize my grandparents may be gone, but the memories that were made here and the bonds we made with our cousins and other family are something I’ll never forget.

So this Thanksgiving I challenge you to create or keep up tradition with making family memories. They're so important and truly molded me, for better or for worse, into the person I am today!

Please email me your fun memories that you or are creating now. I love hearing your stores too!


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