And I'm back in my AO.
Good trip, and other than passing through a town called Murphy, there were no other appearances by said bane of the MV recoverer.
We had no problems, great folks were met/re-met along the way, and a NC Goat is now safely arrived at it's new home in Texas. And three of us in close proximity 24 hours a day for four days, and not even a threat of anyone getting choked out.
I had no idea there were that many Waffle Houses in the world, spotting them became a running gag.
Had a too-short visit with Papabear, and ran around like kids on Christmas looking at his toys. I could have spent another day just playing there. It was my great pleasure to finally see Proud American in the flesh (so to speak) and actually sit in her drivers seat.
Papabear is a gracious host. I think we managed to wipe most of the drool off his vehicle collection as we went.
Apparently, I don't get to pick the short cuts anymore, at least in North Carolina.
Hwy 19 looked pretty decent on the map, and while it was a beautiful road, it's not one I'd choose to drive towing 10k pounds of trailer again anytime soon. The attached picture is one of the straighter, wider spots, where the rock face was around 8" from the fog line. There were points where it was closer. But we got through just fine, didn't pick up any rocks, didn't leave any paint or mirrors.
More anon, too tired to think straight now.
Cheers