Biking with buggies, sweetpotato hash

Sunday afternoon we trucked our bikes across US 21 and into Yadkin County. I hadn’t realized that those few miles would put us so much closer to the blue Brushy Mountains nor how much Amish buggy traffic we’d see late on a Sunday. The air was as crisp as a fall apple — I stayed… Continue reading Biking with buggies, sweetpotato hash