Over the past 4 1/2 days Teresa and I covered all 469 miles of the the Blue Ridge Parkway and every moment I was awe struck by the beauty of God's creation.
We saw a black bear near Gatlinburg - was a little concerned that the stopped traffic would park there a little too long (no protection on the bike) - elk in Maggie Valley and deer scattered all along the way. We even saw a rafter of turkeys the would fill several dozen holiday tables.
It was a leisurely pace, seldom riding more than 6 or 7 hours a day. That stop-and-go-as-we-want attitude provided the opportunity to take more of our surroundings in than if we forced ourselves to make a certain destination by a particular time.
Travel on the parkway was such a pleasure. With the exception of Gatlinburg, there was hardly any traffic. Only 4 times did other vehicles follow us or we followed others. We would travel 8 or 9 miles before we would encounter on coming traffic. I don't think it is an exaggeration to say we saw more biclists than cars and trucks. This weekend will be different with all the holiday travelers.
Tomorrow, we route back to the interstate and once again join the real world congestion where everyone is racing toward their destination at 75+ miles an hour. The forecast is for more perfect weather - thank you God. Too bad the Parkway doesn't head to Ohio.