Rain, fog, mist, clouds... the pattern continued on Sunday, July 14. In the morning I awoke and stumbled out of the tent in a fog both literal and metaphorical. I met Brandon in the office, where he was ending his shift as night auditor. It is great to see him again. We had a nice breakfast in the inn's upscale dining room.
Then I headed down the mountain to Asheville to get dry and to get an internet connection to upload this blog. I headed straight for my favorite bookstore in the whole world (and--yes--I have been to Shakespeare and Co. on the West Bank in Paris).
Malaprops is a favorite among readers and writers. Many of the writers at the Wildacres Conference sang its praises. I am sitting here sipping a delicious soy chai latte, listening to good music, sitting at a special table with outlets so that I can plug and recharge my laptop and phone while I use Malaprop's free Internet WiFi.
Even...
Mapaprop's Web site <http://www.malaprops.com/>
...is interesting. I love this place.
And it is just steps away form a dozen other fascinating places in downtown Asheville.
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In the afternoon and evening I hung around the campsite hoping the rain would end. I spent part of it just sitting in my car. The rain let up enough for me to cook and eat macaroni and cheese at the picnic table. I read a little and fell asleep listening to the rain and wind on my tent.
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