Yowza, Yowza, Yow...Zzzzz....
OK, here's another small thing I have learned: when you have an opportunity to eat pasta, do so.
Yesterday's amazing ride along the Blue Ridge Parkway was followed up by a slog today, no doubt the result of not taking advantage of the aforementioned pasta last night and my legs having used up most of their go-juice getting to Vesuvius.
Right now I am ensconced in the KOA Kampground, too close to the sort of people who apparently cannot grasp the idea that no one else wants to hear their goddamned music. Some people just need to be beaten, that's all there is to it. If I weren't so tired I'd take care of it myself, but right now my fatigue levels are high.
As soon as I got here I needed to fight off a fat and bold squirrel (there were casualties), and now I'm needing to fight off sleep just to get this meager post out. I have a lot of photos and some video to process, and if I can manage to get two or three brain cells to fire in sequence I might take care of some of that later tonight.
And if I don't: I have work to do tomorrow, which means that posting here will prove to be an irresistable distraction.
