For the final week in Asheville, I packed and cleaned the RV and when Doug arrived, we took her in for storage with a for sale sign on her. It's been a good run, but we're changing paths.
I couldn't look back from the car as the mountains faded into the distance. I like to see them coming, not going. Same with people. We met such stellar people on our trip and I like to see 'em coming, not going. I don't like goodbyes. So we had visits with most of our great new friends for a few days and then we hit the highway. For the ones we didn't see, we said, "see ya later" via text, FB or e.mail and we all agreed we will meet again, in NC or in Maine or in between. True Friendships last, pick up as if friends only parted for a while; carry on through thick and thin, sharing stories, losses and gains in life. Everything changes. But friends are always there. Wherever "there" is. They're there.
Zuma had to have anti-flea and anti-heart worm dope and it gave her the squirts and pukes for two days. Try that with a 145 lb Great Dane in a 25' RV at 2:10 a.m. It was like attempting to heroically pick up liquid mercury with a paper towel. It was ugly. I gag at the sound of a cat heaving a hairball 100' away so when I say this was ugly, I'm not joking. This was really horrible. Like, epic nasty. We got through it. Thank you, Bounty paper towels, the quicker picker upper. I'll spare you the rest of the details. You're welcome. That's what I do for friends.
The rain has been misty, moistening, refreshing and occasionally torrential this past week; it hammered down with a vengeance once we hit the road for Southern Pines, NC, to visit our dear friends who live near us in Hope, Maine and have a Winter house in NC. Sadly, we had to decline their invitation to stay overnight because of the dreaded Squirt Alert. After a great catch-up with T & M, we headed for Rocky Mount, NC and the rain slammed down mercilessly. This was no ordinary rain. This was The Devil's Rain. Compare to driving underneath gushing waterfalls. Visibility was close to NIL on the highway but it was too dangerous to stop; cars were hydroplaning into ditches (lots of Police support), the hotel parking lot was 6" underwater when we arrived. And Zuma was still sick even though I'd given her Pepcid as the vet advised.
It was a shit storm all the way around.
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#ihopeweallmeetagainatagloriousparty
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