I’ve always loved Biltmore. I’m not even sure why. Maybe it is because that it was the first stop on the first trip my girlfriend and I ever took together. Considering she is now my wife, obviously it ended up being a good trip. On our next visit to the estate, we did a wine tasting at the Biltmore winery. Afterwards, at dinner in the restaurant next to the winery, I ordered a bottle of wine at dinner with our meal. To my recollection it was the first time I had EVER ordered a bottle of wine at a restaurant. Over the years my palate has matured and I can no longer drink Biltmore wines, but I can honestly say that my love of wine started on that night. (I’ll leave the story about being so drunk that we couldn’t find our way off the Estate for another time).
Sometimes the best destinations are in your own backyard. When my (now) wife and I started dating, the FIRST trip we took together was to the mountains of North Carolina. Both of us are natives of the state, but DJ lived on the coast. In fact, she had never been to the mountains before this trip. So for our first excursion as a couple we didn’t even have to cross the state line. It is our good fortune the wonderful city of Asheville, nestled in the Great Smokey Mountains, lies within the borders of our home state.