Arrived in Shenandoah early Saturday afternoon, and after a sluggish drive along the Skyline drive and possibly the best Blackberry shake I've ever had, we found a campsite neighbored by a family of 7 (1 boy, 4 girls, mom + dad, and a very tense yellow lab named Jack), a cheeky British couple, a grandfather whose occupation was fighting bears his wife and granddaughter, and another young couple.
The rest of the Shenandoah trip goes something like this:
Go for a hike. Starts to Rain. Turn around. Get back to car. Rain Stops. Go for another hike. Laugh at all the fat, out of shape, misplaced, hopeless tourists lugging themselves up the trail.
Get back to campsite. Dinner of cold chef boyardi, canned chicken sandwiches (with boyardi sauce), dessert of canned peaches. Finish one bottle of wine.
Decide we need more firewood. Eric pulls down a dead tree. Carry tree back to camp. Cheeky British gentleman's inquires why I am only carrying two twigs while Eric is carrying a full tree. I respond that the wood is very dense. His response; what is it made out of your head?
Open second bottle of wine. Decide we need more wood. This time we both uproot trees. Begin burning the trees. Finish second bottle of wine. Argue about politics. Eric exclaims he inst scared of anything even Jack. Laughter issues from all 5 children. Eric; Shut the fuck up!.
6 a.m. we leave and drive through Southwestern Virginia. Nap. Breakfast burrito at Sonic. Nap.
Tennessee.
AWESOME. Home to the largest US Factory outlet of fireworks, the South's largest adult novelty store and a knife warehouse. The car is fully stocked.
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ehyep, gon' miss the old south.. june bugs and bottle rockets, and the lazy summer nights... sex toys as far as the eyes can see.. and of course those lazy summer nights
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