We spent a phenomenal amount of time doing dishes this morning. Yes that’s right. Walking back-and-forth, heating water, waving to team tactical each time.

At least all the work was for a delicious breakfast of soft boiled eggs and pan toasted bread. Plus properly made coffee and the last of the pub and sticky bun and mini pecan pie.

Blue Ridge Mountains.

We left the campground, happily driving south, enjoying the vistas and flora. Then, first of a pair of events which impacted us to a lesser degree took place: there was a crash which caused us to leave the Park and head to the highway. And so we left the park, driving south.

Our destination was a campground on the new river. It was a ways from the highway, and happily we were made it there long before sunset; night driving on those narrow roads in the bus pretty much sucks.

The daylight also made plain the chains that went across the entrances and the swollen river beyond. Since we couldn’t stop, and the road was too narrow to turn around, we drove on, away from the highway we need to which we needed to return.

We passed an area many RVs and trailers parked and maybe we could stay there. Alas no: here in McCoy, entire village of these vehicles had been washed away by surprise release of an upriver dam. Sally, the owner, simply happy to find one of the ornamental frogs that used to be near her’s. Grim and sad.

So on we went until, wouldn’t you know it, the check engine light came on. That’s it for tonight, we’re both anxiously waiting to know what are our plans.