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... endorsement and wear a helmet if required in that state. You are also in the weather, just like a motorcycle, although some of the ones we saw had a top on it.
There is apparently a pretty good following around here. We did see license plates from multiple states in the lot, though. Most of them had some modifications done either cosmetically, performance-wise or both. There were plenty of, um, seasoned people driving them. Not that many of the ...
... right there.
I waited in the Jeep with Harley while Cheryl headed to the toy store. It quit raining after a few minutes so Harley and I went for a walk around the downtown streets. Cheryl wanted me to check out the store too, so we switched places and I went to look at toys. The store was packed from floor to ceiling with boxes and packaged toys. They have more Lego sets than I think I have ever seen. It was a kids’ ...
Monday morning, we had breakfast at the hotel and then packed up our
stuff and checked out. We headed back to Pisgah Forest one more time.
On FSR-475, we continued past Cove Creek Group Camp and parked at the
trailhead for Toms Spring Falls. There are a number of primitive
camping sites along FSR 137, so the parking lot was almost full. After
getting out stuff together, we hiked across Davidson River on the
bridge and turned right on FSR 5046. It was just a ...
... to sell her? That seems so ungrateful after all she's done for you!" But we both felt that we did "this thing" and we're ready for the next thing. Whatever that might be. So, we put a sign on her leaving the Outer Banks and we had a few people already interested. But when I got home I posted an ad on Craigslist and the responses immediately came flooding in. The camper sold in a day to someone in South Carolina who bought it sight unseen. ...
... was enough to finish us with the Smoky Mountains and we rode east towards the Atlantic coast and Charleston SC without much regret. We were off to have a few days with a friend we had first met nine years ago in a small village on the edge of the Sahara in Tunisia.
Our Charleston detour made us quickly realise that we had travelled over 1000 miles south down the US without leaving the national parks or state forests except to sleep and eat. As we plunged ...