Roadtrip - The Blue Ridge Mountains
Trip Start
Jan 18, 2006
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Trip End
Dec 2006
Ashville, North Carolina
Friday, June 16, 2006
We began early and despite Lynsey's concern in my confidence about our level of petrol we headed onto the Parkway and to the visitor center.
The average age at the visitors center was about 74 and the "hot babes" knocking around the foyer appeared to be three spinster sisters that had an affection for crocheted hats... still we tried our best to fit in and looked with as much interest as possible at the various information items.
After a while Lynsey took to the craft shop and I also bought a present for my Ma. Back in the foyer a strange looking man whose beard appeared to weigh more than the rest of him started shrieking from behind a stall entitled "Folk Art".
As he continued to yell and pollute the airwaves, I tried to get into the spirit, but I couldn't help thinking... why don't you folk off back into the forest!! Sorry guys but you weren't there... the noise was shocking!
On the road again and in the air-conditioned car, we stopped a regular intervals to look over the mountain range at designated "Over looks"... we preferred "Mirador" in South America... sounds more raw with emotion!
A particularly good lunch in the Blue Ridge Mountains was high atop the range and we ate our recently purchased grub while the mist rolled all around us.
After lunch we took a walk into the mountains and into the mist. We were very fortunate because the flowers were all out on the walk and this made for a beautiful scene as we climbed through the forest. As I said to Lynsey... "... see luv I do 'ave a cultured side too!!"
Rolling again through the leafy road ahead we snaked through the Blue Ridge Highway and past some of the scenic little towns that call this wonderful hidden place home. One such place was Little Switzerland and after getting some petrol just in time, Lynsey made friends with a local who pointed out yet another fantastic view across a valley.
We were having such a great time in the mountains after Florida had been so flat, but we soon needed to get moving in order to continue our trek north and to "the nation's capital".
Before that though we were going to follow the footsteps of the first Englishmen to make landfall in the New World and we headed east via Raleigh to Jamestown, the first settlement in the land named for Queen Elizabeth I, Virginia.
