I'm writing this aboard American Airlines 977 which was supposed to have just landed in Miami but instead we're on the tarmac in Tampa. Thunderstorms. No complaints from me. Not after Jacqueline's tale of the farting dog in the bulkhead seats last week.
I am not a great traveler. An especially bad flier. As I've mentioned before, my lady and I are about to embark on an 1,800 mile road trip....with our old, mentally challenged, partially deaf rescue dog Nikki.
Nikki has never been farther in a car than the local dog park. So we're entering uncharted territory that goes something like this.
DAY ONE: With Nikki in a backseat dog hammock, we drive from Miami to Savannah, with pee stops for Nikki et al.
DAY TWO: Drive through Georgia, South Carolina and into North Carolina where we've rented a cabin/cottage/summer home on the outskirts of Asheville.
The place has what every Miamian craves: a wood-burning fireplace.
DAYS 3-43: Asheville and surroundings. Hike, bike, picnic, explore the Blue Ridge Parkway....maybe write a little. Any suggestions from people who know the North Carolina mountains (or traveling with dogs) are appreciated.
Restaurant recommendations are not discouraged. I am already smacking my lips over the fried green tomatoes and "Appalachian Egg rolls" (pulled pork in braised greens and pickled onions) at the Tupelo Honey Cafe.
Adventure ahead. I'm not sure how the trip will go, but I assure you there will be no stops on the tarmac in Tampa.
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