After making good time yesterday over the gorgeous Blue Ridge Parkway, we stayed in Asheville at the foot of the Great Smoky Mountains which we will be tackling today.
We’ve done all the going South we are going to do, now it’s a straight burn West to Arizona.
I say straight burn but of course Matthew has never liked highways at the best of times and certainly not on this trip. So not much interstate.
Leaving the RV park yesterday, we saw a very disconsolate Emo kid perched on the steps of the shop staring dolefully at a phone with no signal. It took me back to rural summers in France, hating every minute of being stuck in the country instead of tramping around Paris smoking fags and eyeing up skateboarders as was my wont. Matters didn’t improve much in my twenties when the opportunity to let my liver rest from youthful depredations was at least appreciated but a regular shin up a tree to try and exchange flirty text messages with my latest swain was a regular necessity to preserve my equilibrium. So I felt for that kid, I really did. I hope he meets an equally hacked off goth girl at an RV park somewhere and they can exchange black lipstick.
The Blue Ridge mountains were stunning and a satisfying day was topped off when we arrived at the RV park with an hour of daylight to go. Just enough time for me to forage some wood and light a very good fire before knocking up some rib eyes and salad. Eat your heart out Bear Grylls.
This morning, an early start and off to Alabama and on to Mississippi.
After a lengthy burn south yesterday we are outside Charlottesville about to head up into the Blue Ridge Mountains.
Yesterday’s driving got pretty hairy at points with severe cross winds and icy rain making driving a 30 foot long and 12 foot high RV challenging. Throughout Maryland was an experience to say the least and I honestly thought we were going to pitch over at one point.
Once we got into Virginia, things calmed down somewhat and we made it to the RV park at around 930pm, made dinner and set about a bottle of Crozes Hermitage with the sort of enthusiasm reserved for those who have contemplated vehicular death that day.
There is remarkably little ‘camping’ to be done in an RV. I may as well have been in my kitchen at home for all the effort it took to drum up supper. Miso broth and mahi mahi since you aren’t asking. Likewise, the RV has heating so despite the rather parky weather, we were pretty cosy. I could get used to this.
Today started with bacon and eggs and a little wander down to a beaver pond to drink a cup of coffee in the morning sun.
Now we are heading south to Boone, NC where there is a very pretty RV park in the hills and the promise of a fire and toasted marshmallows. Probably some more Crozes Hermitage, sipped rather than gulped this time.
There is some seriously deranged music in @songbytoad ‘s collection.
Van tunes! Matthew used to play this when he was persuading me to get married.