Trippin' with Susan Straley

Hi, It has been awhile. There is no WiFi where I am camping. I have had a great couple of days.   Including a great ride with fellow recumbent tricycle enthusiasts and rescuing a drunk Native American. Where Am I? I am not telling you where I am camping until I am no longer camping there.  That is hard not to talk about it because I REALLY want to tell you about it.  But you know all the warnings on the internet about women travelers should not divulge their location because bad people are out there somewhere waiting to pounce. So I will pay attention to that, mostly in respect to those that care about me and worry.  There are lots of worriers out there.  I try not to be a worrier, but if you have been reading my posts for very long, you know I worry a lot.  I just don't worry so much about bad people. A podcast I listened to said that there is actually a difference in the brains between those who think most people are good and there are few bad ones and those who th

Hi, Wow, what a lovely drive today.  Thanks for making coffee for me, Cindy.  I enjoyed it so much. We had moved my tent-cot under the shelter of the awning  on my hosts' trailer to see if the dew would not leave it so wet in the morning.  And it worked!  It was dry and I could pack it up right way.   I left the Cradle of Forestry before 7:30 and turned right though it felt so wrong.  Cindy said right was North and right was right.  So I went right and pretty soon I saw a sign saying I was on 276 North.  She was correct and my directional compass, that used to be flawless had failed me again. Hwy 276 took me down the mountain and back up and down and winding through the forests.  In Waynesville (not Waynes World, but that comes to mind) I turned right on business 23 and then turned onto Hwy 209.  That is when the fun really kicked in. No traffic pushing me or pulling me.  I kept looking for places to pull off the narrow road so I could take pictures and soak it in.