After a morning of greeting things gathered that should have gotten gathered last night and a comfortable drive, during which I gleefully passed every officer as I drove the speed limit, I have made it to the outskirts of Bryson City, North Carolina.
I am staying in a small cabin with parking accommodations that scare me — the Jackmobile is parked on the side of the narrow road at the end of a curve. I shan’t be surprised if I am awakes during the middle of the night when another car runs into it. this is where I was tks to park. I may have to break the rules and park in a spot that scares me less and do a short hike to the car.
I have just noticed that I am not alone in this cluster of three buildings. A van just parked a few car lengths away. What are the chances that it is driven by a nice, single young woman? Yes, I know…
The next few days should be “interesting.” I need to drive to the nearest grocery store because I did not see a single restaurant in the last thirty minutes of my journey. At least this cabin is furnished with a fully-functional kitchen. I have been to Bryson City once before, perhaps I will drive into town and buy some groceries.