Home, Almost

Yesterday we left Knoxville and headed for Durham. Our drive took us through the Great Smokey Mountains. They are beautiful, and worthy of a return trip.

We stopped in the town of Asheville, which had been correctly described as a place populated by retirees and hippies. Asheville is the home of the Biltmore Estate, a big, old house. The McDonalds outside the front gates looks like a big, new house.

The weather in the mountains is pleasant: hot and humid, but not uncomfortably so. After completing our drive to Durham, I see now why people go there in the summers. Durham is hot and humid, and somewhat uncomfortably so. But strangely perhaps, we didn't find it all that bad. After hearing so much about how awful the weather would be, it really didn't live up to its promise. Now of course, we might have arrived on a particularly mild day, right?

We took a tour of our house. The floors have been put it, and the paint is dry. This morning we're going over to clean and get ready for our furniture, which arrives at noon. We're hoping to sleep there tonight.