Lazy days in Asheville

Thanks to Malaprop’s Bookstore for the Internet access here in Asheville.

I was wondering about the difference between tourism and adventure as I rode the bus and hussled between stations. I think it’s a matter of planning. Adventure seems to require a lack of it, and I’ve got plenty of that to spare.

“Transmission fell off.” Those were the words shortly into the bus trip to Nashville. It rolled across the interstate into the median. The bus had a spare for some reason. Met a real estate magnate bumming around the square last night. He’s friends with the Schlitterbaun folks. Stayed with the inestimably jovial, friendly and smart Plaid Ninja in Knoxville.

It’s hard to imagine what 27 more days of this will be like. I’m beginning to fear the cold weather up North.