We got lost in the The Smokies,
she passenger fed me
asparagus, pickled asparagus, we picked up from the amish on the side of the hwy 441;
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I fought the unrelenting urge to throw a credit card down for a hotel, motel, or anything other than another night of slumber next to black widows and bears.
The idea of sleeping in the wild intrigued me, but so did a stack of noodles & a poolside lined with middle-aged neighbors.
Shameless & Learning,
I'll keep you updated on how to exist in temperate Tennessee rainforests...
Shortly after I wash the chlorine out of my hair in a newly grouted, dream pressure stand up.
Gatlinburg, TN
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