One foot in, at least
Trip Start Sep 04, 2010
49Trip End Sep 30, 2010
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At last, some open freeway, and better still, at last, our exit to the north. We're on Hwy 441 now, tourist country here, Baldwin, Cornelia, Demorest, Clarksville. We switch out drivers, my head is rolling down asleep. We stop for gas, caffeine. Were we just DUMB, a 5-hour drive with not a wink? We have to go, they're expecting us, in Gatlinburg. Keep driving.
And so we go.
"I'll get your picture by the sign," I say, tradition from the past. Grasshoppers hop surprised as we walk to the river's edge.
But I was wrong, it was the Saluda there. Doesn't matter though, they look about the same.