Movin' on

Our dallying around Thursday put us in a little bit of a bind for time, so we found our way out of the western North Carolina hills to Boone, reconsidered, and decided to take the high road to Staunton, VA, there to spend the night so we could do Shenandoah NP today (Saturday) and get to our friends' place in Winchester at a reasonable time.

Funny thing happened along the way. We were on a narrow, two-laned, blacktop road that reminded me a lot of 107 back in Lincoln County, WI, except that this one was going from ridgetop to ridgetop across the countryside. Pretty country, but no road signs. All of a sudden the TomTom GPS device tells us to turn right. "Right" is a road that looks less good than the one we're on and there are no signs to tell us what route we're on, so Tom overrules the TomTom and we continue. After another couple of miles of pretty fields and cows and some big farm houses, the road ends. Not only does the blacktop end, the ROAD ends! We're suddenly at the entrance to somebody's yard. We managed to pull the Casita around their garage and, as we're getting back onto the highway again, there's a little sign that welcomes us to North Carolina. The blacktop highway goes to the Virginia line and that's it! (No warning signs, either)

Oh, well, we made it to Staunton without problems ... the Jeep did well pulling the trailer on the Interstate, now that I've learned not to have it in overdrive, on cruise control and with the air conditioner on.

Cloudy this morning, so far, but we're off to Shenandoah NP. tv