Those 70ish Girls

We never imagined that we could have such beautiful weather. These past six weeks have been almost perfect. Pretty remarkable considering the number of states we’ve been through and the miles we’ve covered. It’s been beautiful everywhere. (A little warm in SD maybe, but I’ll take it.)

Wakey-Wakey, Sammie. It’s time to take a hike!

After our walk through the woods, we pulled out of the Cumberland Gap National Park in Virginia, and headed for the Cracker Barrel restaurant. 

I think I caught Kip with a mouthful. That’s pure maple syrup in the bottle.

After we finished our light repast, we headed for the Abraham Lincoln Museum and Library, which was just down the road, but back in Kentucky.

A replica of the chair President Lincoln was seated in when he was assassinated.

My pink Queen T-shirt is reflected in the picture above. I included the bit of trivia below because I had forgotten that we used to eat raw potatoes with salt on them when I was a kid. Did you?

The museum was great. We left there and headed for Davy Crockett’s birthplace. Kip wore his fave DC shirt.

On the way, we stopped to see this incredible view from a roadside Veteran’s memorial.

I took a few more pictures on our drive.

The Davy Crockett Birthplace State Park in Tennessee, is down a narrow and winding road, which is what Kip had to navigate much of the day. I don’t like heights, so I could only look in the direction that was away from the plunging valleys.

I have never seen a coonskin cap with the coon’s head on it. 

(Below) Apparently, Davy was quite a story teller.

Get ready for some sensory overload. Our drive from Tennessee to North Carolina took us through Cherokee National Forest and several large towns in beautiful settings.

 (A little side note: we drove right by four Good Will stores…two were having fifty percent off sales. You’re killing me Kip!)

Around two o”clock, I called the Flintrock RV Park in Boone, North Carolina and asked if they had a pull through full service site. The guy said, “Yup.”

I asked if he needed a CC to hold it. “Nope…just come on home honey,” he said.

We pulled in around 5:30.

It’s a very nice park by a rolling creek just like in the Black Hills of South Dakota. The couple in the spot next door invited us to have dinner with them. (Campers are such good people.) We had to decline because the dogs needed a long walk. Poor Kip…those doggy bags can get pretty heavy.