We had an easy trip across the mountain yesterday. I had worried about traffic: it was the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, and I 40, the other route across the mountain from North Carolina to Tennessee, remains closed (or more accurately, gone, slid right off the mountain). We took US 74, a route we had taken back in June, when everything was lush and green.
It was an even easier trip yesterday: no busses of rafters, no groups of hikers, and surprisingly, very few cars and trucks. I've heard from other family members going in a variety of directions, and I know we were lucky.
We are staying at a hotel close to my in-laws, and when we got there, we found out that I made the reservation for last week. Happily, there were rooms available, and at the same rate. The innkeeper was very kind; it probably helps to be dealing with humans who own the franchise and not the corporate overlords. I spent a bit of time in self-recrimination, but kept reminding myself that I've had a lot on my plate this fall. It does make me worry about what I may be forgetting.
We unloaded the car and then headed over to the family gathering, the day before Thanksgiving family gathering. There was a bit of cooking: pecan pie bars, along with last night's dinner. Today there will be more cooking: an apple pie, the various kinds of dressing and gravies, and of course, the turkey.
Speaking of cooking, let me wrap up this blog post and get ready for the day ahead. I'll try to remember to take some pictures.
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