I headed north in the sunny morning and before long came to an intersection that was extremely busy with cars & bikes everywhere. I rode through all the congestion and turned onto the highway heading to Tellico Plains, then realized I’d just passed through a huge flea market area having their holiday weekend sale.
So what's one more U-turn?
I spent the better part of an hour, maybe more just wandering and looking at junk, none of which I either wanted or could see shipping home, but it was fun just the same.
About the time I was ready to call it quits and move on I came to the boiled peanuts people and since I’d been told to try them I did. The guy stirring the pot gave me one to try and although I thought it tasted weird I sprang for the smallest bag, three bucks worth.
That was my final purchase for the day and I continued my ride north towards Tellico Plains. The countryside was pretty and the weather was perfect for riding. I became so absorbed in the pure pleasure of riding I forgot to take any photos until I was nearly there. An old abandoned cabin alongside the road finally caught my attention so I stopped for it, then it was back on the road again.
Scarecrows are one of my favorite things and I lucked out and spotted one. Some people are bird watchers, I like scarecrows. What can I say?
Just before the turnoff to Tellico Plains I noticed Hunt’s Lodge, a campground/cabins place that caters strictly to motorcycles. There are a number of similar places scattered throughout the area and I know several guys who stay at them and like them a lot. One day I’ll try one but for now I’ll stick with the motel thing as I didn’t bring a single piece of camping equipment.
At one shop, a small used book store I asked the only person in sight if anyone else was there and she said there was a guy in back reading and I should call out for him. I did, a very loud “Hey Doug!” to which a male voice immediately responded “Yeah?” and out he came, larger than life and not even close to the Doug I was looking for. What are the odds of that?
Anyway I continued my door to door search without any success and figured he’d eventually show up. The Ice Cream store beckoned and I had a single scoop cone which I carried across the street to the Motorcycle Outfitters store where I showed great restraint and only bought one T-shirt. While there the gal waiting on me asked if I minded if she stepped across the street for a moment so I was in charge. She was back in a couple of minutes accompanied by the little girl who’d made up my ice cream cone. Turns out she owns the ice cream store and her husband who was home sick owns the Motorcycle Outfitters store. Small town business, eh?
Will aka Tennessee Sooner below
We relaxed for awhile on Doug's and Terry's red barn patio trading stories and consummed a brand of beer I'd not heard of, "Yuengling." Izzat stuff made in China, Doug?
As a special greeting for me Doug had me sample a bit of Southern peach-flavored Golden Elixir which is best taken from a fruit jar. Very tasty, very nice, cough, cough, gasp! No further comment required, eh?
I should'a bought a Red Bones T-shirt!