23 July 2003
Up the creek
Floyd County, Virginia - 2887.0 miles
The estimable Fred First, proprietor of Fragments from Floyd, and the lovely Mrs. First have graciously consented to put up with my presence for a period not to exceed twenty-five hours. And if you haven't seen Floyd, as 99 point something percent of you haven't, you're missing something: on the edge of the Blue Ridge, Floyd looks like all your best dreams of getting away from it all, rolled into one. And I mean "it all", too; there isn't a Starbucks or a Mickey D's or a Wal-Mart for miles, and just getting to Fred's, if you're not prepared, is easier than the Bataan Death March, but only just.
Still, it's worth it; Fred is one of my favorite folks in the Blogosphere, and besides, it's not every day I get to park myself at a place with a "Susanna Cornett slept here" plaque.
(Incidentally, Fred says we're actually down the creek. City slicker that I am, I wouldn't have known.)