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Friday, September 5, 2008

Leaving Asheville and onto Boone.
We knew that a section of the parkway was closed and this coupled with the fact that we wanted an internet connection, we chose to find a campsite off the parkway as all those within it are only for dry camping (no water/ electricity or sewer for those of you who are relative newcomers to our blog - we can be self sufficient for about 5 days, but not the right time at the moment). So now we find ourselves in Grandfather Camp ground near Boone. It takes its name from Grandfather Mountain that resembles an old man's head ,  but that's another blog as we're off to visit that tomorrow.

It was a short journey of about 80 miles, but worth a mention I feel. Before we  left the I-40 with its trucks, speed and only two lanes we drove a section with quite steep downward gradients - remember the troubles we had a few days ago with the brakes? Well this hardly made for relaxed driving; in fact the signs were quite alarming...

 Malc coped brilliantly though and with relief left the interstate to join the more leisurely NC 70 and then the 221 

which carries traffic to the north side of the Parkway. Now it seems that there is a fair amount of stone in these here mountains, some of it being quarried for building, landscaping etc. stone gets transported in trucks...big trucks.

As the road dropped down to a single lane, a narrow single lane at that (I could see Toad in the camera that watches him from the rear of Bree, filling the space between the centre double yellow line and the white line at the verge) there was barely enough room for Bree, who is 3' wider. All was well until an oncoming truck didn't keep as far to his own side as would have been mannerly and we momentarily went onto the minute grass verge, just missing the adjacent rock overhang

 - no big deal I hear you say, well no it doesn't seem so now, but as Malc steered the 10 tons of us back onto the tarmac he had a second truck bearing down on him! In over 20,000 miles that's the first close shave we've had, neither of us can remember if he had white knuckles but we're here safe and sound (I won't mention missing the turning to the campground) and still talking :-) 
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hjl on

Congratulations on your first Century. 100 entries and still going strong. Keep up the good work and have a good time doing it.

malbet on

Recognition - at last
Well it only took 100 entries but it eventually looks like someone is reading them. Thanks John :)

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