First of all, may I just say that the 18-wheelers on I-40 between Nashville and Little Rock are the meanest junk yard dogs in the yard! It doesn’t matter how fast you keep up, or how slow they are entering the entrance ramps, they are going to run you over without so much as a sideways glance.
To make matters worse, I was kicked out of the Walmart parking lot in my pajamas Continue reading
I’ve tried for three years to climb Mt. LeConte, “tallest” (not highest) mountain in the Great Smoky Mountain National Park, with the tallest “face from base” east of the Mississippi. In this case, it wasn’t just about the journey. My destination was the remote, rustic Mt. LeConte Lodge. Continue reading
I had a deadline to leave Austin, get my things packed up from the house sitting stint, and get across the country to Tennessee. I had a date with a mountain – a reservation at LeConte hiking lodge, the only lodge in the Smoky Mountain National Park, and assessable only on foot. It books up a year in advance, and I had the reservation longer than I had the RV. So I was motivated to move. Continue reading