Dave dropped me off on the Parkway at the Folk Art Center, where I had gotten off the night before. This beautiful center boasts a great selection of arts and crafts, and I spent a little time there before the long climb of the day. Perhaps a bit of procrastination, before battling these long hills up to Craggy Gardens, and onward to Crabtree Meadows, Mount Mitchell and three miles beyond Little Switzerland, near the museum of North Carolina Minerals, where I spent the night at the Skyline Village Inn. At the Inn I had a delicious salmon dinner and a Blue Moon with a slice of orange, out on the terrace, overlooking the Smokies. The Inn keeper Mike gave me legendary service and hosted a terrific breakfast, included in the price. The next morning his wife made me a goodies bag, to give me some carbs for the ride.
It is becoming somewhat funny to me, that advice from people is almost always the same: "Once you get to this point or that point, the road will smooth out." It never happens. Every part of this Blue Ridge real estate is hilly with slow ups and thrilling downs, and I for one, think that is all par for the course! I am mostly in the moment on the road, make my rest stops, meet nice people, and have my picture taken with them in front of my Bike-and-Bob, sometimes in exchange for some cookies. Oreos please! At night I try to find a place to blog, look for a signal for my iPhone, so I can update my Facebook group friends at Run, Ride, Rally for Water, and answer phone calls before going to sleep. That's the life of a cyclist vagabond, always wandering and wondering, and restless to get beyond the next bend to go yonder! Ah, life is good!
It is becoming somewhat funny to me, that advice from people is almost always the same: "Once you get to this point or that point, the road will smooth out." It never happens. Every part of this Blue Ridge real estate is hilly with slow ups and thrilling downs, and I for one, think that is all par for the course! I am mostly in the moment on the road, make my rest stops, meet nice people, and have my picture taken with them in front of my Bike-and-Bob, sometimes in exchange for some cookies. Oreos please! At night I try to find a place to blog, look for a signal for my iPhone, so I can update my Facebook group friends at Run, Ride, Rally for Water, and answer phone calls before going to sleep. That's the life of a cyclist vagabond, always wandering and wondering, and restless to get beyond the next bend to go yonder! Ah, life is good!
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