The blazing heat from Albemarle up into Statesville gradually faded as we headed into the hills. We left the interstate in short order, and up near the VA border we turned onto the Blue Ridge Parkway.

Had it nearly all to ourselves.

Stopped to smell that mountain air, to drink in all those blue ridges, and to marvel at the sweeping clouds bringing rain. Life turned more slowly.

Just a couple miles off the Parkway we pulled into a settlement of motorcoaches for the weekend. They sell coach owners a concrete pad & all hook ups, and a little “log cabin” and porch for serious cooking and entertaining friends. Their sales tool is three free nights; we accepted.

Rain kept us mostly “house-bound”, but we walked the little community once, and surveyed the scene from the hillside clubhouse rocking chairs that are under roof.

With these water and sewer hook ups, we’ll catch up on laundry, and baths for the boys.

Life is good.