Preface

With some good deal of planning and formulation, me and my trusted travel companion (who lives a daylight's worth of bicycle travel north) anticipated to traverse the Blue Ridge Parkway in its entirety. We had originally planned to start in North Carolina, but when our original travel date for the sixth of may through the eighth changed for a later date, my fine friend made the wondrous proposition that we do it "backwards". Starting in Swananoa, Virginia and ending in Cherokee, North Carolina, we would take the Parkway from its north end to its south end. The entire route consists of approximately four-hundred and score miles. It certainly was a fine suggestion. It made adding further people much easier location-wise, thus relieving both us the exhaustion of dong all of the driving. Our new travel date allowed us three days to complete and come home, but between two drivers, that still allows little time to be at ease in ratio to time operating the vehicle. Perhaps we could even add to the pleasantness with a trip up to Smokey Mountains National Park. T'would be quite the finisher to a grand adventure, no?

Aside from all the detail, this will be a most perfect time to travel. The spring will be at its pinnacle. Everything is deep and lush, and a certain offshoot trail is blooming at its apex with pink flowers. The trees are perfect in their color. By the by, did you know that in the old english, tree and truth have the same root? Quite fascinating don't you think? It would seem that we chase after all the mountains, but all that we, in actuality, seek after is to see more trees at once, stacked above each other to the very tops of hills. Imagine that cold firm spring wind rolling down the mountains like clear like a stream. Oh! The mere thinking of it, is it not the greatest delight?