Asheville, NC – evening

Last update from the road, but only just barely. So why the hell would I stop in Asheville, about 50 minutes from home?  Damned if I know, talk to Roberta Verona, it was her idea. The last mechanical problem, that “missing,” or just not wanting to take the gas uphills, particularly after running for awhile,…

Somewhere, NE

I already mentioned the problem with long drives–plenty of time to think of great things to say, but they leave my tiny head before I get a chance to write them down.  Another problem is that I keep rolling into campsites at one, two, maybe three in the morning, and really don’t feel like doing…

Newport, OR – evening

Well, I’m still in Newport.  Apparently, getting an existential imperative to get out has little practical weight when compared to the necessities of laundry, full holding tanks, and an RV full of junk just tossed around over the past week.  And when I told them I was staying one more night, they told me that…

Newport, OR – late night

I guess approaching ten o’clock on the left coast qualifies for late night.  I’m in The Chalet, a restuarant and bakery, for the second time.  Both times I’ve not been feeling particularly well, and both times I’ve been eating a meal inappropriate for the time I chose to eat it. The first time through Newport,…