Posted by Doc M on February 16, 2000 at 12:04:42:
In Reply to: Re: G2000 Lodgings posted by Jo on February 16, 2000 at 06:48:46:
: : : OH, Sandy! (Hello, Penny and Alma!)
: : : Where is your sense of adventure!!! You mean you don't want to drive the back roads of North Carolina *music from the soundtrack of Deliverence here* and have the "flying dogs" chase after your car (that's what we call the wild dogs at night), see the night life of Bat Cave at 2am; have yahoos pass you by in the thickest of fogs, and then be followed by the police for miles (what are those four girls doing driving a rental car with Georgia liscense plates at 1am??? Probably up to no good....)(Mary finally pulled into someone's drive way to lose him)(it worked)(or maybe he was in a hurry to get a donut).
: : : And of course, reading road maps when off the interstate is a challenge, when one can never tell what road one is on; as the state never lets you know what road you on and it's different on the map...And you give up all of this?????
: : : Actually, some very good ideas; thanks for the tips. Hendersonville looked like a very nice place to check out. We're at the Creekside cabins; so we'll have the no-doze after the movie....
: : : Jo
: : : and her sisters
: : Tee, hee, hee. We’re game for an adventure, just not THAT kind of an adventure.
: : But seriously, I know what REALLY happens on those back country roads late at night -- I’ve seen “Close Encounters of the Third Kind.” Extraterrestrial beings beam unsuspecting humans aboard their spaceship and conduct medical experiments on them. The extraterrestrials implant mind-controlling computer chips into the brains of their human captives and then force them to do weird things like dancing the cha-cha while hiking in the mountains. Come to think of it, I was hiking behind you and your “sisters” on the trail up to Table Rock at last year’s gathering and suddenly there was a flash of light from above, a strange humming sound and then the four of you started to cha-cha controllably.
: : Hmmm! I think I’m onto something here.
: : Best wishes,
: : Goody Sandy
: OH, no, Sandy, We were blinded by the light! Actually, we don't need any stinkin' extraterrestrial chip to start us off. We are easily amused. Actually, we were practicing Karen's "Chicken Dance", if the truth were to be told....
LOL! The first time I drove with a friend to Chimney Rock,
we ended up in the middle of Charlotte, and I still
don't know how we managed that. We pulled off at a
motel and went in to ask directions. The desk clerk
said, in a Scots burr as thick as a bowl of haggis, "Ye
lasses arrrren't from arrround here, are ye?" To
which I said, "Look who's talking, bub!" Being told
how to head west instead of south, we ended up in
Black Mountain a couple of hours later, and promptly
got lost again. I went into a gas station and asked
the owner, who was chewing an immensely large wad
of tobacco, for directions...to which he replied
"Raaatnaaaansaaaath." I got back in the car and told
my friend "We have to look for a Raaaat something or
other." After driving in circles for a half hour or
so it finally occurred to us that raaaatnaaaaan could
mean Route 9, so we eventually ended up on the right road.
I shudder to think what would have happened at night --
our bleached bones would still be mouldering in a
rusted-out Chevy ... and we would have missed all the
roadside stands selling rubber tomhawks and Elvis
paintings on black velvet!
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