and a few days to catch up on:
Monday 15th July
A long, long driving day today, with a few surprises thrown in:
since I had thought we would pass from Virginia into North Carolina. Yesterday’s drive west of Richmond had been through rolling countryside, always slightly more up than down, but today the Interstate west of Charlottesville immediately started to climb and some big hills appeared ahead. One section looked incongruously like the A449 between the Coldra and Usk, with the big wooded slope of the Wentwood on your right, but on a huge scale, the road climbing for about 10 miles. Then over the top and down into the Shenandoah valley and south on Interstate 81 to the far south-western limit of Virginia.
This was all part of Plan B for the holiday, since some things have had to be changed or abandoned (the Outer Banks of North Carolina fall under the latter heading) since we only have 2 weeks here, not 2 months. The idea now is to spend two days at Mount Mitchell, then make our way slowly north again along the Blue Ridge Parkway.
We both slept extremely well at the Sleep Inn, not surprisingly – it was our first night with air-conditioning, since the unit in the Carlton Arms had been far too noisy to leave on at night. So a night with no mosquitoes, no cicadas and no sweltering heat (the night before, our second at First Landing, had been agonisingly hot and humid). And a huge complimentary breakfast to start the day – cereal, bagels, tea!!, eggs and William’s special home-made waffles.
Our only real stop of the day was at Johnson City, TN, where we didn’t hear any authentic frontier gibberish spoken, but stocked up on food for 2 or more days in the wilds of the Blue Ridge, and satisfied William’s craving for fish and chips at a Drive-Thru seafood joint called Long John Silver’s, in style an infinitely downmarked McDonald’s, but the food melt-in-the-mouth delicious fish and fries. How are the Americans able, in a landlocked state, to achieve quality that eludes 99% of British chippies?
Then back across the Blue Ridge – really big here, much bigger than up by Charlottesville – across a pass at 3750 feet and into North Carolina. Very helpful lady at NC Welcome Centre gave us maps and directions to the Black Mountain Campground in the Mount Mitchell State Park, which finished up with an exciting ride down an unsurfaced track (South Toe River Road) to the site – the most beautiful imaginable, wooded, with a rushing river – the South Toe River, in fact – on one side and the rising ridge of Mount Mitchell on the other.
There are one or two big permanent residents:
We are at about 3200 feet here, so another 3400 to climb the big one tomorrow.