Another day, another mini-road trip. This time, to Highlands, North Carolina [1]. An old friend lives in the area and we decided to drive out to have dinner with them. On the way there, we ended up in a small Mexican restaurant in Rosman [2] for lunch (one of three restaurants in town as it turns out). Not bad, but the town of Rosman (population: 576 as of 2010) makes Brevard [3] look positively metropolitan.
Then onwards to Highlands. Along the way, we came across a salvage place (sans website, else I'd link to it) and stopped. There, I found yet another stash of doors [4]:
[A picture of more stacked doors] It was tempting to think that opening one of these doors would lead to Black Dog Salvage Company in Roanoke, but I think the only thing that would happen is I find more doors … or perhaps let in some pan dimensional beings, and that would be a Bad Thing™. [5]
I'm sensing a theme here.
Anyway, we finally arrived in Highlands at 4:45 pm, which was bad since the entire town rolls up the sidewalks at 5:00 pm on the dot. Fortunately, Bunny's friend was at the restaurant, where a good time and good food was had by all.
After a few hours, it was time to drive back along US-64 to Brevard, in the dark. I had fun driving along the up-and-down widing road, but for Bunny, it was a white-knuckle experience.
[1] https://www.highlandschamber.org/
[2] https://www.transylvaniacounty.org/town-of-rosman
![[5] /boston/2021/11/10/Doors.jpg](/gemini.conman.org/boston/2021/11/10/Doors.jpg){kind=link}