Hey folks, over the last 3 days, I rode my '06 KLR 650 up into the mountains of western Virginia to meet a buddy of mine who is in the midst of trying to do the eastern half of the TAT. My original plan was to meet up with him. and follow the TAT as far as the Mississippi river, and then slab it back home. I had planned to leave Friday night, and come back home Wednesday Morning, and try to get some sleep before going into work Wednesday night at 5pm. As I was packing all my stuff and getting ready to hop on the bike, my wife informed me that our babysitter bailed on us, and I didn't have anybody to watch my son while I was out of town! (My wife works full time as well) Being mighty pissed, I sucked it up and stayed home, but then after about 24 hours of pouting, my wife called her mom to come stay with the kid, so I got to go on a trip, just not for as long as I hoped! I prepared to leave on Sunday morning... I didn't have time for my original plan, so instead, I just rode up to Newport, Va and met my buddy, and rode the TAT with him from Newport, down to Marion, Va, camping 2 nights along the way, and heading home on the 3rd day. I left out Sunday morning at 4am, and had a very cold ride as far as Knoxville, riding interstate the whole way to Newport. I stopped at a Hardee's in Knoxville and bought a biscuit and a cup of coffee, and sat there shivering for over an hour. I have good gear, thermals and a big overcoat and whatnot, but the wind at 75 mph on a foggy morning at 36°F was just biting me to the bone. After sitting for a while, the sun had come up, bringing warmer temperatures with it. I got back on the road, and continued to Marion, Va, where I got fuel, and visited Hungry Mother State Park, and learned the somewhat dark and depressing story of how it got its name.