The rain continued sporadically the following day when we left the Smokies and picked up the Blue Ridge Parkway, right where it begins. But we didn't mind. We turned on some down home country bluegrass, and the parkway took us up into the heart of the foggy Appalachians, twisting and winding across a ridge. In this way, there are immense valleys and other mountains rolling into the horizon on BOTH sides of the parkway. It is unreal.
Let's see, what else is worth mentioning. We saw what appeared to be an inbred, retarded family in a Wal-mart in Hendersonville, North Carolina. I guess stereotypes can be true. Then again, we were only speculating.
That night, we stayed in a rustic log cabin outside of Asheville, North Carolina, near a town called Spruce Pine. That was amazing--playing guitar and listening to Journey while the rain pattered our roof. And the woman who ran the grounds was so nice to us, in the Southern way, that Franco wanted to give her a hug when we left the next morning.
Let's see, what else is worth mentioning. We saw what appeared to be an inbred, retarded family in a Wal-mart in Hendersonville, North Carolina. I guess stereotypes can be true. Then again, we were only speculating.
That night, we stayed in a rustic log cabin outside of Asheville, North Carolina, near a town called Spruce Pine. That was amazing--playing guitar and listening to Journey while the rain pattered our roof. And the woman who ran the grounds was so nice to us, in the Southern way, that Franco wanted to give her a hug when we left the next morning.
What would life be w/o Walmart?
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