Wolf Creek was open. The service was good, as was the food. I had a western omelette with bacon mixed in while Sandy had a breakfast sandwich with egg, ham and cheese. The new look was very rustic and well done. On the way out, I met a Ducati rider with an Italian accent. I asked where he was from and he surprised me by saying Toronto, Canada. He was on his way to Knoxville this morning.
Turning left on Wayah Road, we followed the twists and turns until we came to the Lakes End Restaurant and Marina on the shores of Nantahala Lake. Mark told the hostess we were just stopping to look but I got a coffee in my Butler mug to go. This would be a great destination for a lunch run.
We continued on Wayah Road (no straight sections) to the outskirts if Franklin, NC, where Mark took the lead and we bypassed the downtown.
Mark led up NC 28 for a ways, which meant we did not see him until he pulled over to let us go by. That was after we passed a motorcycle rider who was afraid to lean into the curves. And this section of highway has a lot of curves. Once by, with Mark and Tim following David, I was able to leg it out a bit and got to Highway 74 a few minutes before they did. Thank the Illinois State Police and then Sgt. Joey Watson for the lesson on trail braking. The corners are much smoother and quicker now.
From Bryson City, we headed back to Fontana. David and I stopped at the BP near 28 for fuel while Mark continued on. Then it was a quick run up 28 North to Fontana. Dave had a near miss when an oncoming lady in a small white car failed to stay on her own side in a curve.
It was hot when we arrived back at the Lodge at 3:00 PM. I jumped in the pool for a while and then talked to a couple from Cincinnati. The Internet was down and the phones weren't working either. With no cell service, we were totally incommunicado.
We had planned on going on the boat tour of Fontana Lake at 5:30 but the operator screwed up the reservation. We decided to go tomorrow and that we would give Wolf Creek one more chance for supper. Everyone piled into cars for this run.
Guess what? Wolf Creek was only open for supper on Thursday, Friday and Saturday, even though their signs said no such thing. Tonight, they were hosting a private party. Lucky for us, the Stecoah Diner (less than a mile away) was open and did have room to seat us. Supper was fine except for brown gravy on someone's chicken fried steak. That made me think of a certain person in Kanab, Utah back in 2005.
On the way back, it started to rain heavily as we got near Fontana. It was a good thing we all had roofs over our heads. The Kawasaki banner at the south entrance had fallen down and Southern Draw got out to fix it with the help of Pecos and Mad Kaw. Carolyn and Mona drove off and left them to walk to the lodge.
Big Dawg Jim, his son Bradley and a friend of theirs had arrived while we were gone and were in the Wildwood Cafe when the rain hit. We sat around making conversation, still without Internet. It made it awkward when one of us could not remember something and could not resort to Google. There was still no contact with the outside world when we went to bed about 11:00 PM.
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