Traveling as much as my partner and I do is an art. Finding a dump station precisely when needed, getting your vehicle needs attended to, planning events during hours and on days facilities are actually open. Finding recycling centers is particularly challenging. Then, you assume the weather man is correct and that Google Earth maps are accurate...Yes, its much like being a detailed travel agent, except its done on the fly day by day.
For instance, Friday night we sat at the table above, in the Great Smokies National Park, sweltering in the heat, with a cool wash cloth across our shoulders and a beer wrapped in a foam holder wishing it would cool down. Our plan was to hike the Roaring Fork nature trail Saturday with a cooler weather prediction and only a 20% chance of rain. Except, it poured during the night, our campsite was lush and wet, the grasses and bushes as high as our chest. Neighbors hung out their ground cloths and tent to dry.
We decided to move on and get the oil changed in the motor home in nearby Newport before getting up on the Blue Ridge Parkway.
The barns ARE lovely. I couldn't always get them in passing, but they were numerous and different.
(I know he'll laugh loudly when he learns I consider him and artist.)