We are cozy in our little log cabin, with a fire going, and some wine.

About 14 stops ago mom asked for a Chunky candy bar, and I haven’t seen one anywhere. Until tonight, when I went into the cannabis shop for some Christmas presents, and there it was, sitting among some other obscure candies. It wasnt even in the roadside rest stop where I bought a Clint Eastwood style woven serape, and found candy cigarettes. When was the last time you saw those? They are still too sweet, by the way. Mom shared her Chunky with me, and it hits the spot.

We met Joe and Bonnie near Hendersonville at a Korean place called Stone Bowl. It was delicious. I often don’t plug a restaurant or hotel, but this place was great, partly because it was delicious, and mostly because we sat there talking for 3 and a half hours, and they didnt bother us or make faces or otherwise try to make us feel like we should leave.

It was a great reunion, and I hope we will get to see them in April.

I think the trip is catching up with me. This morning I awoke at 10:30, and stayed in bed playing games on my phone, and finally hauled my carcass to the shower at 11:30. We meant to do laundry here in the cabin complex, but there was an out of order sign on the washer, so I found a laundromat near the restaurant we met Peter and Gail last night. And they were open, so we had lunch. Breakfast. Whatever. On they way back we got food for Thursday morning, since we’ll be on the road all day tomorrow, and the stores may not be open on Thursday. Then a stop at the ‘Sanctuary for Stuff’ in the hopes of finding something fun for somebody, but nothing spoke to me.

We really are in a log cabin, at the Log cabin Motor Court, a National Historic Landmark.

We’ve stayed here 3 or 4 times by now. It is one of our favorites, even though it doesn’t have the Zazz that our place in Nashville did. It’s on a hill, near the highway, surrounded by trees and other cabins. Thunder Road, with Robert Mitchum was filmed here in 1958, in cabin 20. The comparison to the Bobby hotel makes me laugh. I loved the Bobby, and would definitely stay there again. But it is all modernity and sophistication, and this is the opposite. You would not have to worry about solar flares bringing down the electrical grid here.

Tomorrow we drive back to Cleveland. It is supposed to take around 7 1/2 to 8 hours, but it is the day before Thanksgiving, so there’s no telling how crowded the roads will be. I expect the worst. At least the only deadline we need to meet is bedtime.