June 5, 2021
I like to lay on my humans.
Either one will do. On my
paternal human, I stretch out all the way.
On my maternal human, I am more likely to curl up and bend my paws. Bending
my paws is a sure way to get what I want.
Just a few clouds this morning, otherwise sunny. It is cool and great for walking. The road to Timberlake RV Park is a rural
road through farms, ranches and sparsely
placed homes. It is really quite pretty. There is no shoulder so it isn’t ideal for
walking, but this is not a road people travel unless they have to so very few
cars pass this way. Spouse started with
me, then I finished on my own. I saw a
house with a sense of humor based on the sign they had out front…
Back at Hannah, we cleaned up and readied her for the next leg
of our journey. It was recommended that
we take the Blue Ridge Parkway over to I 26.
It is a scenic drive and it will bypass some of the roads with
construction going on. We pick up the
Parkway right inside the Smokey Mountain National Park. It is a pretty drive with lots of trees and
views. There is a tunnel with gazillions
of trees on it, then another. Then another… oh no… it says the clearance is 12’4’. We are 12’9”.
Spouse used his Fred Flintstone feet and stopped Hannah quickly. Now what do we do? We are on a small road and we won’t fit in
the tunnel. And what if we get beyond
this tunnel and there is another one even shorter. Why wasn’t anything posted on the road showing
low clearance ahead?
Now, I should have photographed this but I was busy risking
my life to stop any traffic coming through the tunnel as Spouse put the truck
in 4WD and climbed over the itsy bitsy shoulder and turned, and backed, turned and
backed nearly jackknifing, then got to the other side of the road and crawled
up the mountain a bit before he was able to get Hannah turned around. He was sure he was going to bust out our back
window of the truck because of the angle he had to be in to complete the turn,
but he did it! Time to change our
underwear… Crisis averted!
Back down to the town of Cherokee, we headed east on Hwy 19. It is a bit mountainous as we pass Maggie
City, which has a ski area. We have skied
the Rockies and Sierras so those are big kid mountains. This might be better than nothing but I can’t
imagine it is exciting skiing. On we
go. It is a scenic drive with little
mountain shops, and nice views. We get
to Waynesville and I show Spouse our next road.
After lunch, we head south on Hwy 276, passing through old
town Waynesville with its cute city center.
Cozy for driving with Hannah but as long as we didn’t have to make a
turn, it will work. The road turns rural
with farms, churches with their white steeples poking through the trees, and
gentle ups and downs and lefts and rights.
Until it wasn’t so gentle. The terrain
turned more mountainous, with hairpin turns, and branches dangling down. Spouse was stressing over the branches. It wasn’t that bad, but I betcha Hanna kissed
a couple of leaves here and there. We
climbed, we turned, Spouse stressed… we passed the Blue Ridge Parkway and the
13’9” inch bridge which almost sent Spouse into convulsions, then we started
down, twisting and turning. Spouse told
me to find another road as he didn’t like this.
Sure, let me whip a different road out of my butt… Sorry Spouse, unless we come to another
unpassable bridge, this is how we are going.
And it turned out just fine! It
leveled out and got more reasonable.
From my standpoint, I really enjoyed the scenery! But he was done.
We found an RV park in the town of Brevard. When we pulled in, the sites looked very
close together, but once we got to our site, there really was some room. A little creek runs behind Hannah. There is no real charm here, but we are only
spending the night so we will get over it.
Now, I know the Dodgers are playing in Atlanta, and we could have made a game, but Spouse didn’t want to. Imagine that! Killjoy…
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