I was nearly sorry for my overestimation of the amount of life my front tire had. Obi Won appeared to me and told me to go to the Degobah system. There, I will seek Yoda. Lucky met me at 181 at 730 and we were off. We froze our tailfeathers off on the way up to NC 105 pass over Grandfather. Let's see, do I have any more clothes in here? We did Old 421 and new 421 over through Shady Valley. Lucky split off at the North Fork of the Holston. Maybe he'll chime in with what happens out that way. I rode 5 3/4 hours to get to here. This is the south end of a 48 mile run on the crest of Pine Mountain. It starts off as a nasty, broken up blacktop road. At a certain point, it turns to washed out gravel. At KY 160, it turns to pavement and is a fun roller coaster ride through a mature hardwood forest. It dumps you out on US 119. I dropped off the Cumberland side, and continued northeast along the bottom of the mountain. I had to cross the divide between the Cumberland and the South Fork of the Pound. Before I crossed 23, I made a wrong turn which afforded me this view of Pine Mountain. To the north To the south I continued following the Pound toward Flanagan reservoir. All of the roads are pavement bliss. I met up with Layla in Elkhorn City. We went out to dinner and racked out. I didn't get such an early start. We had breakfast at the Rusty Fork. The road off to the left is now my favorite road anywhere. The ridge that forms the WV/VA line is like an airplane ride. My fifth state in two days. Down through Bandy and Baptist Valley, Rourke's Valley, and on into Frog Level. 16 into Troutdale, up Fox Creek and over to Konnarock. Grayson Highlands was about peak for the foliage. Very pretty. Going up 421 out of Mountain City. My tire made it. At the end, I was stopping every 10 miles or so to inspect it. New tires coming this week.