I slept in this morning, woke up just before seven. Showered, put my stuff together, and we left before eight. Dropped the key off, found the local dinér,  had poached eggs with country ham, very salty bacon, and toast. Filled my flask while Rob had his coffee, and around nine, I drove towards our next destination, which turned out to be,Deal gap,a bikies heaven. A million bends, narrow road,hills up and down, and a section of eleven miles, known as tail of the dragon which has three hundred and eighteen continuous curves down a steep mountain. Some are that sharp and steep,  you feel you’re doing a u turn. From there we headed to Sevierville, the birth place of Dolly Parton. By now Rob’s behind the wheel, and the weather has deterrated from showers to very wet, and that is how it stayed for the rest of the day. It did ease at times. The views were still spectacular looking over the valleys across and below. We stopped at the Asheville blue ridge parkway visitor information center, and found out that we had to take a detour,as part of the road had been severely damaged by a recent weather event. We took highway seventy for an hour or so before turning back to the blue ridge parkway. This highway wasn’t short of curves and quite narrow in places. Late in the afternoon,as our Rubicon was climbing up higher than before, vision got more difficult as the light was fading and the fog on top of the rain was getting thicker. By the time we reached little Switzerland,we had climbed to around three and a half thousand feet. There we found chalets, and you really felt you were in Switzerland. When they told us the price of a room, I suggested to Rob, for an eight mile drive, the cost would be half that,he pulled rank and said sternly, we’re staying. He was quite knackered by now after a hard and rewarding day’s work. It might sound silly, but I don’t feel I deserve such a beautiful place. It was a really lovely chalet. The beds were really large and as comfortable as one could ask for. My only problem is with all American hotels or lodgings is,they all have coffee machines, but no jug to boil water. I don’t drink coffee, I only drink tea, and beer sometimes. However not when I’m in a Bible belt. That was a strange experience. Even in Muslim countries you can buy beer if you look hard enough. Any way, I said to Rob,we don’t need to leave early tomorrow,as I can’t imagine the weather will improve over night. I just hope the fog lifts by the morning,to witness the beautiful views over the mountain that we are sitting on. The lady in reception was really helpful,as she organized a cup of boiling water,so I could make myself a cuppa.