Yesterday, the family and I headed to the Biltmore Estate for a day of fun. A few of my family members had toured the Estate once before (way back in 1988 or 1989), but it’s even nicer the second time you go. (And the third, fourth, or whatever visit I’m on – this was my third visit this year, I think.) My dad and aunt had never been, and I knew the tree raising was taking place this week, so I thought it would be perfect to go see that. (I’ve been on the inside of the banquet hall for work, filming the tree raising, and it’s always SO cool!)
What made yesterday even greater was when my brother upgraded two tickets for me and my mom, so we can come all year long. I’ve been fortunate to visit with free tickets this year, and the annual passes will allow us onto the Estate to check out the trails, in addition to the house, gardens, etc. Oh, and the discount you get when you’re a pass-holder doesn’t hurt either. (Don’t be surprised if I show you more Biltmore photos next week!)
We spent roughly 6.5 hours at Biltmore. We were there early to get our tickets, take photos, and then catch the tree coming in on the horse-drawn carriage. After the tour of the house, we got lunch, did a little bit of shopping and made our way down to the winery. Did the winery tour, wine tasting and some more shopping and then we finally got home. I may have collapsed on my bed for a few minutes as soon as we got back to the house.
It was cold and gray yesterday. Not surprising since it’s November. My only other “complaint” was that there were trees on the lawn, and I really wanted a long full shot of the Biltmore House. You’ll see what I’m talking about in a moment.
So, now. Another photo-heavy post. Enjoy!
Dear Biltmore, Please move those trees off the front lawn, so I can get a decent full shot of the house. Thanks. 🙂
If I walked close enough, I could almost get the house in the frame.
My brother and I:
Mrs. Claus was talking with children. I love how she was so animated:
Carolers helping put people in a festive spirit:
My grandma, dad and aunt watching the carolers:
My brother, our grandma and me:
The tree making it’s way to the house…
It takes a village, apparently, to carry the tree through the front doors of the Biltmore house.
The lions, looking dapper in their Christmas wreaths, standing guard in front of the house.
I love the Biltmore Estate at Christmas time. I recommend it to anyone visiting Asheville for the first time – or even if you live in this town. It’s pretty amazing.