As regular readers of this blog know, I have something of a fascination with mushrooms and other fungi when they appear in the fall here. I don't know a thing about them other than to not eat them, but the variety, size and profuseness of them never ceases to amaze me.

The one day Abner and I got to hike the west side of Biltmore was really a delight. Above is the approach to the lake around which many of the vineyards are planted. The house below is an old ruin that seems to be disappearing back into the woods.

And this is still another of the old Biltmore barns. They all are of largely the same design with the Lioncrest symbol on their gables, but this one appears to have not been restored. It was hard to tell if it is still in use.