Another Roanoke Thanksgiving is in the books and it was perfect. Fall back home truly does bring all the warm and fuzzies- the orange and red leaves over the mountains, fires out back, freezing in the Drumstick Dash, and time with both of our families.
Thanksgiving started bright and early downtown. As much as I hate the cold, there is a special place in my heart for this run every year. Ben always sprints ahead (finishing LONG before I do) and then jogs back to finish with me. How kind of him. There are familiar faces everywhere you look and it’s the best way to work up an appetite for a huge plate of turkey. After the race and a cup of coffee we headed back to the house to freshen up and tag team the cooking for the big meal! The Radfords nailed the menu this year and it was simply perfect.
We ended the night with a fire out back and a few games of Settlers of Catan. (As every night should end while home)
Friday morning was time for my family’s “Thanksgiving”, but we’ve taken a liking to Friday morning breakfast for our tradition. This year my dad (after just getting back from his trip to New Orleans) spoiled us with a full cajun brunch. I’m talking shrimp and grits, hash browns, gumbo, and beignets. So yes, it was amazing, and I’m pretty sure Ben went up for thirds. Dad, you nailed it.
Saturday morning, what Ben and I intended for a sunrise hike, turned into a morning into afternoon hike up to Hay Rock.
Very thankful the trees still held on to their leaves for us to have this view.
Saturday evening we popped over to my brother’s hockey game and were highly entertained by Braven’s commentary the whole game. That little man is my favorite.
Thanksgiving at home was simply perfect and I know we are both looking forward to some time at home this Christmas.