Numb Below The Knee

Yesterday was the first day of hardcore travel since we left Syracuse.  I traveled from Baltimore to Asheville, NC.  Although it is only a 7 hour trip…it took us closer to 11 because D.C.’s terrible traffic.  However, I must say that I am almost glad that we got stuck in traffic in D.C. because once I hit route 66 in Virginia I felt like I was a caged animal that had just been set free.  My eyes widened from behind my sunglasses as we traveled up, down, and around the Blueridge Mountains.  Green, green, and more green.  It is a beautiful mountain range that has some tremendous homes sprinkled across it. My foot got heavy and my thoughts grew deep. It felt unfamiliar yet homelike. I couldn’t help but sing John Denver’s song, Country Roads…

“almost heaven…West Virginia…Blueridge Mountains….and The Shenendoah River”

It was nice to see what Johnny D was talking about.  I have Siruis radio so I have heard some great songs throughout the quest.  Yesterday was a great day to turn on the Outlaw Country station just in time to hear a song by Tom T. Hall called “A Hero In Harlan”.  The song immediately rocked me, I recommend a listen.  A great American story…especially when you are looking at the mountains and seeing three wooden crosses up on the slant.

I am a bit tired (and sore) from that trip but ready to carry on.  I am going to hang out in Downtown Asheville for the day and then take off for Atlanta at around six.