Duck liver pate with sprite melon: courtesy of Weaver Food Co op. (except for the toast which we had left over from breakfast...)
The back of this truck is becoming more like the fort of my eight year old dreams rather than just a truck bed. As I dig my toes into the fleece liner we have draped over the rug, I am confounded by the situation I am in. Gallons of vegetable oil supported by our plywood shelving line the starboard side of the truck, each cell jammed full of our nick-nacks accumulated in the short four days we have been on the road. In order: butane tank for our stove, bottle of bourbon, container of lamp oil, bag of miscellaneous tools, right up to the fuel tank Leanne is currently leaning on.
North Carolina brought us a grab bag day. A pit stop for the restroom turned into an oil change, which turned into a conversation, which turn into an apprehensive drive to a place locals call "coons rock.". We stayed a while to hang out with new friends Cody and Dax among others. Cliff diving, rope swinging, good company... couldn't ask for more.
On our quest for local food, we came by the Weaver food Co op, which brought us that dank tasty lunch you see above.
All said and done, a 4 hour detour later, we headed into the Smokey Mountains. We drove into the dark. And tomorrow morning will have a grab bag view.
It's cool outside, so we will be able to sleep comfortably with the tailgate and window shut tight. I can at least make that my excuse... We are alone on the top of this mountain. As beautiful as the Appalachian mountains are, it is kinda scary at night. All of a sudden irrational questions race through our heads: Do bears like to walk on pavement? Do snakes come out at night? Was that a dry leaf blowing across the overlook parking lot... Or something much more man-eating?!?!?! I find solace in the fact that there is a perfectly orange crescent moon hanging over our heads. And tomorrow is sure to bring an inspiring view of these smokey mountains.
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