Justin's his usual chipper morning self
We stopped often for the scenic overlooks
Here's a Parkway gas station near Doughton Park Campground, where the attendant helped us find a truck later (see album 3)
Justin's daredevil antics nearly went too far on the edge of this cliff
Our trusty steeds. My Nighthawk's crummy packing job was a camper's nightmare
The miles of twisties take their toll
On top of Mt. Mitchell (highest peak in the eastern U.S.) at dusk. We barely had time to put on some warmer clothes before the ranger shooed us out again.
