Photo Essay

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From Asheville, North Carolina, along the Blue Ridge Parkway – a road with vistas, camping, history and designated as a National Park – through a small bit of Virginia and West Virginia, where we exited to get plugged in, and charge all our gear. Spent a couple nights in Charleston West Virginia, and after “night one”, I made a new vow: budget motels are no longer an option. Don’t worry, I won’t share any motel pictures – not that I took any!

Along the way we discovered wonderful art and music cultures. However, traveling with our dog limits the music to the outdoor, generally “free” variety, but you’d be surprised what music you can consume in this venue. Similarly art can be tricky with a pup, but we take turns and I can get my fix. It helps that our space is limited, so that I don’t wind up purchasing new treasures along the way. There is one exception, I purchased a feel good piece of pottery from one of our Airbnb hosts, Beatrice Nathan, who is a potter in Asheville.

Feels so gooood

Feels so gooood

Now we are charging up through Ohio, and on to Michigan. . .

Well, onward with the photos:

Fort Dodds

This Mountain Man at Fort Dodds used to work for OMSI! (Oregon Museum of Science and Industry)

Tulip Tree (took me a long time to figure out where the fallen pedals were coming from)

Tulip Tree (took me a long time to figure out where the fallen pedals were coming from)

The Parkway was dotted with similar fence lines

The Parkway was dotted with similar fence lines

Our 32nd Anniversary Dinner: Buttered lobster on bed of fresh pasta, corn on the cob and a pear & gorgonzola salad – cheers!

Our 32nd Anniversary Dinner: Buttered lobster on bed of fresh pasta, corn on the cob and a pear & gorgonzola salad – cheers!

Early walk at Peaks of Otter campground, Virginia

Early walk at Peaks of Otter campground, Virginia

Peaks of Otter

Peaks of Otter

Orleana Puckett’s homestead, her home no larger than a dining room – lost 24 of her babies in infancy, lived to be 102

Orleana Puckett’s homestead, her home no larger than a dining room – lost 24 of her babies in infancy, lived to be 102

Mabry Mill, Virginia – so postcard perfect, that copycats as far as Connecticut have a postcard proclaiming it as “their” mill

Mabry Mill, Virginia – so postcard perfect, that copycats as far as Connecticut have a postcard proclaiming it as “their” mill

Blue Ridge Music Center, Virginia – they host daily gatherings of locals who play, dance and tell stories; the museum was small, but made a big impact

Blue Ridge Music Center, Virginia – they host daily gatherings of locals who play, dance and tell stories; the museum was small, but made a big impact

And, as I said, we charge northward to Ohio, where our first stop is The Wild, Wacky, Wonderful World of the Weiner Museum. O’Betty’s may be a hole in the wall, but in the Athens college town, it was a worthy stop. . . at least Carlos thought so.

I’ll take mine plain, thank you

I’ll take mine plain, thank you

And I thought the Oscar Meyer Weiner Car was a funny thing

And I thought the Oscar Meyer Weiner Car was a funny thing

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    1. Hali Post author

      Sadly, it’s not the motel, it’s the guests. . . so, no, not bed bugs. It’s been a few things, but mostly rooms designated “no smoking”, with an ashtray immediately outside the door, or get this, even inside the room!?

      Woody brought the room ashtray to the front desk, and let them know it sends a mixed message to guests. The clerk said, “they’re gonna smoke anyway, so it’s better they don’t burn the room with their ash.”

      Leaves us to wonder why we sign the $200.00 penalty for smoking in the room. . .

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