That's what I told the survey lady as I left the park at the top of Roan Mtn, TN when asked the purpose of my trip.
She wouldn't have agreed with my short description if she had seen my triple digit chasing a black Mustang up and over I 26 north of Asheville

I had been following another black Mustang and we both passed number 2 as he waited to pull back onto the highway from the right emergency lane.
Number 1 was running at 80 and I was tucked in behind a couple of hundred yards.
Number 2 came howling by and even though my exit was RIGHT THERE I couldn't, just couldn't (immature twit) let the opportunity pass me by.
I had got a little discombobulated trying to bypass Asheville on country roads and ended up in north downtown. This led me to Town Mountain Rd. Wow what a surprise that was.
Mileage start


View from Waterrock Knob, BRP


Watagua Lake TN


Day 2

On the way to Roan Mtn


I like red roof barns


View from the top of Roan Mtn

Cloudland Hotel used to be on the mountain.
https://mitchellnchistory.org/2017/04/02/the-cloudland-hotel-a-mammoth-landmark-of-its-day/The Tweetsie Railroad - narrow gauge - would transport guests to the base of the mountain and then donkey carts would finish the journey.
View from the road on the north side.



There was nearly too much of this.

A little of this

Thousands of these. The following are some on Hwy 421 - The Snake.




Riding into Shady Valley I felt like an extra in a Clint Eastwood movie. The only sound was the clanging of the halyard on the flag pole.

Burger was horrible. Premade which was obvious because the lettuce, tomato etc were soggy and the top half of the bun was soggy and cold. Botulism waiting to strike. Burger was wrapped in grease proof paper and the undercooked fries were in a paper bag. That's it, no plate or basket. just slap them on the table and trough on.

Chair backs were filthy. Great to grab hold of as you pull out a chair to sit at a table.
Mens room was disgusting and the Womens was out of order.
Place felt like it was slowly dying.
No reason for me to ever stop there again.