On and off the Blue Ridge Parkway I have met some loving and caring people. Low on water or calling you out for not talking out loud because your lonesome, the mountain people make you feel at home. I found state road 340 was on the same grid as the ocean and decided to stay clear of the mountains and its climds. With it came an open valley with humble little towns. With the days light coming to an end I was looking for a plot of land to set up camp. Passing a home owners yard sale I stopped and asked him if he knew of a good spot for me. Boy put yourself over der for the night he quickly said. It's been something else! Stories to come from Rick that's for sure!
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