Moving Day again

This moving day is not a great thrill. If we did not have to be back in NC for Sherry's check up, we would stay another week. Leaving our good friends Fred and Frances was sorta like in the service when one get transferred you hate to leave the ones you have met.

Also there is Old Jack Darnell (I can say that because he is older than I, HA!) and his publisher Yvette. I really thought about just running over there and dropping in, but nah. Maybe next time through.


Bugs on the windshield means it is spring. We reached a big highway in the mountains, and time for Sherry to try to capture some of the scenery. WE are on the back roads because the rock slides are not cleared on the planned route.

Another distant mountain shot. Oh, the roads got narrow, Sherry was a little busy worring about the edge of the road to take pictures.

It always amazes us that the ridges are starting to be covered with HUGE homes.

One of our highlights is seeing an AT crossing. Here the trail crosses one of the mountain roads.

A quick shot of a group of hikers who are starting on the trail. I blew the horn and we all waved, they knew there were kindred spirits in this motor home.

This crossing was not new to us. We left the trail here to go into town for a motel and a bath and of course to eat all we could. We forgot our walking sticks at the motel. Later we drove back and they had saved them for us. WE were using sticks we had carved in Alaska.

But what we remembered most at this crossing was heading North, clean and smelling good we met a worried mama and papa were putting their teen age daughter, with her pack, out to walk to Maine. 2000 miles up the trail.

They told Sherry they felt so much better that she would be walking with us. We promised nothing, just smiled, knowing the most we would walk with this youngster would be a mile. Mama and daddy left, and we three headed toward Maine. She was with us about 200 yards on the trail into the woods and then she said, 'good bye', and moved on, these old folks were holding her back. I don't remember her trail name but we always hoped she made the hike.

Take care, we are back behind Marks on our slab for a week or so, before our next vacation. HA!

NIte Shipslog,

PS:
When we get piled upon one another in large cities, as in Europe, we shall become as corrupt as Europe.

Thomas Jefferson