We finally pull into Doughton
for breakfast. We chat a bit with a BMW rider who advises us that it's
not much better the way we are headed. Over breakfast, Guy tries to persuade
me to leave the Parkway -
"Brother I'm for gettin off the parkway."
"I understand if you need to
go, but I am going on" I tell him.
"What's the point? You
can't see anything and its dangerous" he replies.
"Probably, but you know how
it is" I add.
I understand his thinking,
but I'd rather ease along on the Parkway than fight the cities and the
traffic. Being a finisher by nature, I didn't come this far to quit now.
I might me able to ride the Parkway later and then again I might not.
I've got now and the peacefulness of the fog beckons me. Besides, I just
have a good feeling that things will change. I wish him well, and we head
out. As we part, I sing to myself -
“I'll take the high road, and ye take the low road, and I'll be on Scotland before ye!”
I set the restaurant at Mt. Pisgah as my goal, knowing they have wonderful steaks and it is only minutes from the Blue Ridge campground. As I motor along, the fog lifts and I have the Parkway all to myself. There's something relaxing about having the road to yourself. I grew up early on running the hills of Tennessee by myself, so lonesome is not a word I'm familiar with. Company's fine and enjoyable, but not necessary. Today, I've got nobody to please but myself. The peaceful music drifts through my headphones and I am completely relaxed and in my zone. What a joy to be doing what you love! I encounter little traffic as I amble down the road. Upon entry of every tunnel, I can't resist the urge to honk the pitiful stock horn on my ST. I encounter some more fog off and on, but it's just a peaceful old friend now. It is beginning to lift as I suspected that it would, which makes me glad I chose the path that I did. Rounding corners, it lifts and reveals the hidden treasures from the pinnacles. |