The laid back attitude of the South kicked in for the first time on these trips, with the slow service at the Avis counter in Atlanta. Two women serving and if they could go any slower, they’d be at a standstill. Many muttering and huffing-and-puffing from irritated customers, only sought to wind the time to an even slower pace; I just smiled and waited my turn.
Nice straight shot to Asheville in North Carolina, as I swung back slightly, to pick up a portion of the Blue Ridge Parkway. It’s such a beautiful drive out here, and thoroughly recommended. This road led me into Cherokee, which I was hoping, would be a great example of traditon and tribal eloquence. What greeted me, was something akin to a holiday village, with the usual outlets for picking up tourist trinkets. I was quite disappointed, despite a trip to the museum (which was the highlight of my passing through here). While one cannot put a price on hand crafted items, there has to be an acceptance that not everyone can afford a few hundred dollars, for a small carving. Towns like these in my eyes, are very disrespectful of their roots, by carrying themselves in such a way. Scattered remains of attempts, to set up stores near the border of the nearby towns only goes to educate, that people come for tradition, not fool’s gold. Continue reading