Roanoke, Virginia -- The dog will no longer get back in the car without a piece of Snausage held in the window of the opposite door. The most amazing traveller imaginable, he's beginning to get road weary.
Nevertheless, he's always ready for a romp at the Visitor's Center at the home of the Tennessee Smokey baseball team or a sniff around a rest stop that for all the world looks like a park.
And here he is in the heart of Civil War country. We passed the Shiloh memorial and he didn't even blink. Chances are he is not up on human history, especially the less attractive chapters.
Tomorrow we will travel a few miles on the Blue Ridge Parkway. We'll roll the windows down so all of us can breathe in the air and the memory of one of the most beautiful places on earth.
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I hope you're able to see the Blue Ridge Mountains through the fog this morning. Just one look at those layers and layers of mountains softly fading into the distance and you'll fall in love.
That's a great memory tucker.
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