After my accidental ride through the "tail of the dragon", I arrived at the rural motor cycle campground tired and a little disoriented. I was sitting on the bunkhouse stairs looking blankly at my scooter, trying to figure out what I still needed to do. I struck up a conversation with a guy sitting on … Continue reading Never Met a Stranger .
Tuesday started in Knoxville and ended at the Iron Horse motorcycle lodge, an inn, hostel, and campground specifically for those on two wheels. I programmed the GPS for the long way around, saving the scenic mountain routes for tomorrow, without my top heavy luggage. The I followed her voice as she said turn here and … Continue reading Tale of the Tail