|Nick at Cornhenge|
We learned our lesson about paying too much attention to GPS systems. We were trying to find a state park to camp the night. The GPS was taking us down back roads and roads that looked washed out. (You think we would have gotten the hint, huh?) The road ended at a lake. Across the lake was the park. But there was NO BRIDGE! So back on the one-lane road, back to the main road, and then off to follow the signs on the roadway that said, "State Park."
Camp Ground (?) near Asheville, NC. The place was called "Stoney Creek Campground." IT WAS A FARMER'S FIELD!! (We were told if we wanted some sweet corn we could take it from the field, just enter on the west side of the field, 'cause the east side had an electric fence.) The owner of the field was a great old guy (in his 80's) who was going to go dancing in town that night. We were the only ones there that night. (Any surprise?)
Nick and I with our Beartoast of a Host! Thanks Joe! We had a great time!