Woke up to hear rain pattering on the roof, but the Parkway looked just as beautiful in gray weather as it did in clear:
I decided to get off the Parkway at Asheville, and head straight over to Great Smoky Mountains National Park. The hostel I was headed for was on the Tennessee side of the park, so I drove over the Newfound Gap road to Gatlinburg and then turned north to find the hostel. Which was right up there with the hostel in Gary, South Dakota, for out in the middle of nowhere luxury. I had what amounted to a very nice motel room all to myself, with acres and acres of trails in deep woods to wander on. I’m pretty sure I was the elderly lady who ran the place’s only guest that night, because she took the better part of an hour to check me in.
I was glad to hear that the weather was supposed to improve again the next day, since it was my day to explore the Smokies.