We walked down to Pops' for breakfast, stopping for conversation along the way. Most had already eaten but Zeke and Hang joined us. Pop wasn't cooking today so the breakfast was a little short of expectations.
The Chev SSR club gathers in Maggie Valley this week every year. A lady from the club told us that trees were falling throughout the area due to excessive rain and shallow roots. One came down in front of their SSR last night. They hit the bushy part and didn't do much damage but another car struck the trunk and a lady ended up in the hospital.
We also heard at breakfast that new people had bought Ghost Town and were working to bring it back to life. This will provide a huge boost to Maggie Valley if it comes to pass. Then our motel rooms here will cost more.
We wandered back to the room, visiting along the way, and then I finished yesterday's blog. Last night, I had done a preliminary post so folks who couldn't be here would be able to see the pictures.
About 11:30, Sandy and I drove the Equinox to Waynesville and visited the WalMart. They did not have Delight Irish Cream single serve coffee creamers. Neither did they have any eye droppers. To top it off, someone stocked the shelves with the product facing backwards so that all the customer could see was the list of instructions or ingredients. It's hard to get good help these days.
Rather than drive straight back, we continued on US 74 to Balsam Gap and took the Blue Ridge Parkway across to US 19. It was bright despite the rain, giving everything a numinous quality. There was almost no traffic and patches of heavy fog. At one pullout, three bikes had pulled in and the last one, an Indian, had fallen over. The first two riders didn't notice at first but soon rushed over to help pick it up. None of them knew the correct technique. I asked if they were OK and they said yes, but that they needed gas. I suggested they continue eight miles to Soco Gap and then coast down a couple of miles to the Shell station in MV. For the last few miles, I followed a Honda Civic with Georgia plates who braked to 20 MPH in almost all the curves. Despite my close following, they passed three pullouts without giving way. Typical flatlander lack of etiquette.
We stopped at Fuzzy's on the way back looking for a second small vest for Sandy. Unfortunately, he only had Medium and Extra Small, so we were out of luck. The vest chains were heavy, manly and not at all suitable for her, either.
At the motel, more people were arriving all the time. The rain stopped about 4:10 as well, so we didn't have to hide under the roof.
At 5:00 PM, Sandy and I plus Zeke and Hang climbed into the Equinox and headed across US 19 through Cherokee to Two Rivers Lodge, where we stopped to say Hi to Blain and Kathy.
We then continued to Bryson City where we had supper at Pasqualino's Italian Restaurant. My chicken Cordon Bleu wasn't as good as I remembered, but Sandy's chicken parmigiana was excellent. The place was not as crowded as last year.
We followed US 74 back to Waynesville and Maggie Valley. I didn't want to chance Bambi on the two-lane US 19 at dusk. We arrived about 8:00 PM and spent a pleasant and dry evening reminiscing and BS'ing with the assembled multitudes.
Sandy accidentally locked us out of our room, so I phoned co-owner Rob and he came over and let us in with his master key. We decided to call it a night about 11:00 PM and, after I sorted receipts, photos and notes, I hit the sack about midnight.
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