DAY 11 ASHEVILLE TO MORRISTOWN

Beautiful day, decided that we need to head northwest so we immediately turned southeast to get on the Blue Ridge Parkway in Asheville. We only rode the southern 90 or so miles of the parkway before it sadly came to an end at the Smoky Mountain National Park entrance. Crossed the park and stopped in Gatlinburg which to our surprise was packed with people and traffic.

Happy to leave the traffic behind headed out on another scenic road north to Morristown. Found a hotel checked in, desk clerk gave us a "Harley" discount. Sat around outside the rooms enjoying the view and recapping not only this but several other days, years, rides.


Talkin' to myself again
wonderin' if this traveling is good
Is they're something else a doin'
We'd be doin' if we could

All the stories we could tell
If it all blows up and goes to hell
I wish that we could sit upon the bed in some hotel
And listen to the stories we could tell

Stared at that guitar in that museum in Tennessee
Name plate on the glass brought back twenty melodies
Scars upon the face told about all the times he fell
Singin' all the stories he could tell

All the stories he could tell
And I bet you it still rings like a bell
I wish that we could sit upon the bed in some hotel
And listen to all the stories it could tell

John Sebastian

That's a big part of the riding, the friendships, the stories, the people we meet every day that are willing to listen to our stories and share theirs.