Thursday, June 28, ’12
H-91 Radford L H 76 L 56 H H 72 L 63 T-STORMS M H 81 L 64
L-66 C H 95 L 74
Bear update: The Bear says Julius McCoy Was Trailing Us In A Booze Truck Party. TR says, “The Piratesses Were Hitchhiking In the Booze Truck.” Moose say, “Me knows what you were doing with the Booze Truck, Bear!” Lou says we will have a Y’all Have A Hillbilly Party. We will serve Shine Wine, Bean Pot, And Cowboy Seafood.
We woke up to sun. Will it last? It lasted, and the temperature in Radford climbed to 91.
Tucson 106/81 Harrisonburg 100/70 Brooklyn 87/75
We woke up at 7:30AM. We got dressed and went to CP in the lobby of the Quality Inn. They had the TV on very loud. We checked out of room 120 at 10:00AM. Our first pit stop was at exit 12 Phillips 66. Then we went to Shell to find a bathroom. The second pit stop was at the travel center at exit 36. Between stops I logged in on the computer and found out about the Supreme Court. We entered Virginia for the first time in 14 years. I took a photo of the sign. We passed the Welcome Center and stopped for lunch at exit 5 in Bristol at a McDonalds for lunch. It was hard to find a restaurant near the highway.
Last night at dinner we went to a Perkins Restaurant in Dandridge with high expectations. We remembered it from Pocatello, Idaho years ago and the Quality Inn assured us that we would get 10 percent off with a room key. Always looking for deals, we went to the other side of the highway only to find that everything we ordered they didn’t have. I could taste the ham steak, but it wasn’t to be. They claimed that they had been out of it since the weekend. They had color advertisements all over the restaurant on each table about how they had a special on strawberry cheesecake. We all ordered that for dessert. Guess what? They were out of that, too. This was beginning to remind me of Amtrak. You sit down, they hand you a menu, and then they confess what they really have to eat.
I recall that when we lived in Charlottesville you could sometimes see the Blue Ridge Mountains on certain streets and under certain weather conditions. Most of the time you couldn’t see anything. From Dandridge in the parking lot of the Quality inn you could see the Smokies. Today after we left I-40 and started up I-81 to Virginia you can still see them in the distance. The sky is hazy. They’re not silhouetted against a blue sky the way the mountains in the west are. And they look like a interlocking succession of green hills, not real mountains. They’re very low to the ground and low on the horizon. Most of the time we’re just driving up and down among them on the highway and not looking at them. They look better in the postcards.
H-91 Radford L H 76 L 56 H H 72 L 63 T-STORMS M H 81 L 64
L-66 C H 95 L 74
Bear update: The Bear says Julius McCoy Was Trailing Us In A Booze Truck Party. TR says, “The Piratesses Were Hitchhiking In the Booze Truck.” Moose say, “Me knows what you were doing with the Booze Truck, Bear!” Lou says we will have a Y’all Have A Hillbilly Party. We will serve Shine Wine, Bean Pot, And Cowboy Seafood.
We woke up to sun. Will it last? It lasted, and the temperature in Radford climbed to 91.
Tucson 106/81 Harrisonburg 100/70 Brooklyn 87/75
We woke up at 7:30AM. We got dressed and went to CP in the lobby of the Quality Inn. They had the TV on very loud. We checked out of room 120 at 10:00AM. Our first pit stop was at exit 12 Phillips 66. Then we went to Shell to find a bathroom. The second pit stop was at the travel center at exit 36. Between stops I logged in on the computer and found out about the Supreme Court. We entered Virginia for the first time in 14 years. I took a photo of the sign. We passed the Welcome Center and stopped for lunch at exit 5 in Bristol at a McDonalds for lunch. It was hard to find a restaurant near the highway.
Last night at dinner we went to a Perkins Restaurant in Dandridge with high expectations. We remembered it from Pocatello, Idaho years ago and the Quality Inn assured us that we would get 10 percent off with a room key. Always looking for deals, we went to the other side of the highway only to find that everything we ordered they didn’t have. I could taste the ham steak, but it wasn’t to be. They claimed that they had been out of it since the weekend. They had color advertisements all over the restaurant on each table about how they had a special on strawberry cheesecake. We all ordered that for dessert. Guess what? They were out of that, too. This was beginning to remind me of Amtrak. You sit down, they hand you a menu, and then they confess what they really have to eat.
I recall that when we lived in Charlottesville you could sometimes see the Blue Ridge Mountains on certain streets and under certain weather conditions. Most of the time you couldn’t see anything. From Dandridge in the parking lot of the Quality inn you could see the Smokies. Today after we left I-40 and started up I-81 to Virginia you can still see them in the distance. The sky is hazy. They’re not silhouetted against a blue sky the way the mountains in the west are. And they look like a interlocking succession of green hills, not real mountains. They’re very low to the ground and low on the horizon. Most of the time we’re just driving up and down among them on the highway and not looking at them. They look better in the postcards.
Packing List:
1)3 suitcases
2)extra suitcase
3)green toiletry bag
4)Gary’s and Kenny’s laptop backpacks
5)Kenny’s camera bag
6)Linda’s video camera bag, tourbooks, purse, and laptop including bear bag
7)cooler with water bottles
8)Vornado in tote
9)3 hats, 3 umbrellas
10)suits and shoes