…we are home again. Maybe 275 of that was today (I didn’t keep track) on the way home. Half the trip back was mountainous twisty and only about 1/3 of that was spent at “speed.” It is during the 4th of July week and high tourist season in the mountains. Most of the time I was stuck behind a car from Florida or an old man in a hat driving a Camry. Secretly there were times when Donna was happy to have a slow poke in front of me for some of the trip, by mid-morning she had had just about enough of being tossed around, bless her heart.
The Blue Boar Inn is a mile and a half into the woods on a dirt road and after about 8 trips on that surface, the car was ugly dirty, so I washed it this evening. Much better.
One last story from the trip. On Friday when we went out to see the Milky Way, but were thwarted by the bright moon, we did get a substitute show. Right across the Skyway from the overlook we stopped at was a big old hill full of trees that spread from left to right traversing our whole view. The hill side was alive with fireflies. It reminded me of people flicking their lighters at an outdoor stadium rock show. We sat on a little wall and watched for about 10 minutes oohing and aahing, until some animal snorted in the woods behind us. Being city folks this noise made us get up quickly, dust off our butts, walk to the car and head back to the Inn.
Miata Top Transitions since 01/01/06: 250
That reminds me of a camping trip I took several years ago. In the middle of a cold October night in the mountains of the NC, I woke up to a similar noise. Nothing to do but burrow down deep in the sleeping bag and act lock a rock.
At least their weren’t any snakes.
This happened one other time to us too. We were mountain biking on one of our favorite trails and stopped at the top of a rise to get a drink from a water bottle when what sounded like a sneeze came from about 20 feet into the underbrush. We remounted and hightailed it out of there.