Wound up doing a little aimless meandering yesterday in rural Appalachia on the W, took the Parkway to 18, filled up with some non ethanol at the little country store outside of Laurel Springs. Rode as far as Speedwell, Virginia, where you will not be bothered with any twenty first century electronic BS as there is no cell service or 4G. Heading back, rode thru Independence, a cool little old town which might be the county seat as there was a courthouse looking building with a cool Civil War statue of a guy on a horse, sorry, no picture. Also, snagged this sweet mural, circa 2020 when leaving town: Stopped at a boat launch near Rogers National Forest and ate my lunch which I got pretty adept at packing during the year 2020 in America. It actually works quite well, you're not riding around hungry and looking for a place to eat, plus I do enjoy the solitude when eating alone on the side of the road, a park, boat ramp, etc. This picture kind of puts you in the mind of, hmmm, it wasn't supposed to rain today, just before you get soaked on the Parkway: Very brief, and one thing I've learned, it can rain any damn time it wants to in the NC/ Va/ Tn mountains. Onward, out into the woods again today, joined by my buddy @mas335 who I met up with at Bass Lake, a popular jumping off spot for horsies: Jumped off 221 at Hopewell Baptist Church sign again, maybe this is Edgemont Road ??? It definitely turns into it at some point. Rode into Edgemont and stopped at the store, which was closed again, but some neighbors were outside next door and one of them approached us to see if we needed anything... What the heck, water is always good and he had a key to the store. Don't think the guy was an elected official or anything but he did give off a vibe like he was a city dignitary or ambassador or some such, which got me to thinking. Edgemont probably doesn't have a Mayor and once upon a time when the kids were young and we camped a lot at Salter Path, I became the Unofficial Self Proclaimed Mayor of Salter Path. So, that's it, I'm now the Mayor of Edgemont. We doubled back on Edgemont Rd, going up hill this time which is way more fun, as I wanted to hop on FS192, a road I'd passed by a lot, plus the old codger at the store told us it would link up with FS4062, which he referred to as Old House Gap. Now, I had one of those fancy fold up paper things that tell you where you are, and FS4062 was way curvy on that map. Yeah!! So we took off on 192. which was pretty cool and I had a good feeling about where we were headed. As it turn outs, we were heading straight to a Road Closed Ahead sign. Hoping it was a ruse to keep us away from all the cool stuff, we persevered. Right up to the closed gate, 4062 was closed as was another branch, Mountains to Sea as was anther road. Oddly enough, there was a pick up backed in and just like that two nice gentlemen appeared approaching the locked gate from the opposite direction, riding double on a four wheeler. Mark and I looked at each other, I was thinking these had to be a couple moonshiners or some such, but nope, the truck was theirs and they were there in official capacity, employed by some governmental agency that I've forgotten the name of. They were placing cans of sardines on trees in the area so as to keep up with local bear traffic. Getting hungry, we headed into town to eat at Little Deer Cafe but it was closed, also, so it was off to Tartan's Restaurant which serves breakfast all day. Waffle and link sausage, yep. A fun day and nice weather, gonna make it hard to ride back into the Piedmont mañana but I've got a dog that misses me and maybe wife does, too.