It's been four years since Mr. Two and I started dating and during that time, there have been an awful lot of figurative mountains. But this weekend was the first time we made our way up a real, live mountain. I had some work to do in Charlotte, so Yoni took a few days off and we spent the weekend in the Smokey Mountains. I've gotta say, they were the closest thing to Colorado that I've seen on the East Coast -- literally. At a mile high, it was almost like we were in Denver!
