Nothing like a fire pit, cold beers and some B.S. to wrap up a long day.

After a long day and lots of endless turns we found our homey cabin...It was like finding paradise.

We pulled over to chat about plan B, luckily one of the locals stopped and pointed us in the right direction. We had made a wrong turn along the way however, we were not too far from the cabin. We all looked like coal miners by this time. All we could do is sit back and acknowledge that this is the type of stuff that makes road trips memorable.

Yeap, we hit a dirt road for about 7 miles of white knuckle express...lol thank you GPS! Think of your standard narrow mountain road but gravel instead of pavement, with the same turns and dips. For the first time in a long time I thought I was in WAY over my head... there really was NO option but to take a deep breath, relax and gently guide the bike through. I was fine as long as I kept my tires over the worn wheel wells that prior vehicles had etched into the ground. All I could think was thank God that it was not raining...

We finally got into the Blue Ridge area of GA and made a turn into what I affectionately call dirt road hell.

This time around we were lucky to have some great weather. After passing Atlanta the highway started to clear and the blue ridge mountains started to peer from afar... Every layer of stress we carry with us slowly started to peel away. You could start to smell the fresh mountain air and all of the rolling hills were the best therapy you can ever have. That is... until the GPS decided to take us on a detour... :-/

Early in the morning and ready to head out!!! Terry double checks the straps on the bikes...