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An Appalacian Hipcamp Road Trip: A Picture Perfect North Carolina Tiny House

The hills were much bigger in Northern North Carolina. 

That's because they're mountains. Well, I guess so are the ones in Virginia.

Apparently there's a mile high bridge on top of Grandfather Mountain. Next time.

All of our locations were at the end of a gravel road.

I should also note we were only like 30 miles from Minneapolis, North Carolina. I really wanted to go, but it would have taken us a lot longer to get here. Next time I guess.

We drove down the wrong winding road only to see our next Hipcamp was down the other road.

Our next stay for the night brought us to a tiny cabin outside of Asheville.

Raven Ridge, a permaculture farmstead tucked into the Blue Ridge Mountains.

Our hosts were out so they told us to make ourselves at home.

It wasn't too hard to take them up on the offer.

The stairs leading up to the house were actually dug into the hill. You could see the top of their house below, but still felt private.

The tiny house had a kitchen and eating area downstairs with the sleeping and sitting area upstairs.

I could live like this. 


I think we both can agree that we immediately fell in love with this house.

Pretty much.

The little house was equiped with everything we needed. A little cooktop, hot water, wood stove, cooking utensils, games and books.

We had to all hold hands walking back to the car to get our things.

I settled in right away with a cup of tea and game of Scrabble with my girl.



Meadow was a-okay with sleeping on the floor.

She wanted to roll it out and take it to for a test rest..



After awhile our hosts arrived. 

James has a built a little Shangri-la where he isn't dependent on anything but his land and his hands. It seems like a peaceful existence and is only a short ways from the big city.

Sophie and her eldest daughter are from Sweden. I did notice a Scandanavian influence in the tiny cabin.


James plans on building another little cabin on his hillside acreage.

All the buildings on their property were built by James.

Well, he did get help from a carpenter buddy. 



 His friend had even hand carved the doorknob.

The outhouse is almost as impressive as the two homes on the property.

Another place I wish we could have stayed for more than one night.

Their eldest daughter was a little older than Meadow and they immediately became best friends.

We hung out with James and drank some beers.


Twins.

We were initially planning to drive into Asheville to check it out, but we ended up spending time with James and Sophie and were even invited for dinner in their amazing house.

The hospitality on this trip has been something else.

I had no idea we were going to make instant friends with all of our hosts.

Sophie made homemade pizza with a sourdough crust. We also had some bib lettuce and avocados on the side.

I guess James is always making changes in the home. He mentioned the dining room we were eating in was an outdoor porch a few months ago.

The really amazing part about being a Hipcamp Field Scout is getting to know interesting folks from varying backgrounds in beautiful places.

Meadow did not want to leave. I don't blame her.

It was dark and late when we retired to bed.

Good night, Raven Ridge. 

We woke up too early for Meadow once again. 

We had our oats, cleaned up and headed on our way.


We also had to say goodbye to the world's cutest composting toilet outhouse.

I hope to make it back here again someday.

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