After four-and-a-half months in the veritable paradise of Roan Creek Campground nestled in a valley of the Smoky Mountains, we have finally convinced ourselves it was time to move on.
Leaves are just beginning to change color and overnight temps are dipping down into the 30s.
That means it's time to make our way to the warm, sandy beaches of South Texas.
We took a last outing with our friends this past Sunday to celebrate D's birthday and were treated to some truly magnificent scenery. I wish I had pictures of all that I saw, but we were out for a Sunday afternoon drive, and I have no skill with drive-by photography.
Tonight we're dry-docked about an hour north of Nashville in a Walmart parking lot. It is a far cry from the splash of the creek against the rocky creek bed, the quacking ducks, and the laughter and joy which engulfed us as we sat by the creek with our friends. The only thing this particular dry-dock has going for it is the fact that White Castle is located right in the parking lot!
On the stereo: Three Dog Night, Stevie Ray Vaughn, Cake, and White Stripes
Counting: Some people count license plates and annotate their state of origin as they drive down the highway. Me? I counted four dead deer and one dead coyote.
Things that make you say, What?? "Three former French beauty queen hopefuls who failed to make the Miss France pageant didn't take the loss well and are now suing the pageant for discriminating based on appearance."
Current mood: Completely exhausted -- and it's only day one on the road. Ohhh, it could be a long week of traveling...
Quote of the day: Let's go Brandon!
Shout out to: Drew, have fun at NASCAR! Angie & Rod; Sharon & Ron; Leanne & Karen; Nancy, Linda & Sally; Mom & Dan; and dear, sweet Lee! I'll be seeing y'all SOONER rather than LATER... (warning, or threat? You decide :)
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