Six hours and about fifteen million questions from Miley that all began with the word “why”, my ears hurt, my patience was becoming brittle, and my eyes were starting to cross.
Miley, again the little trooper, rode commando the entire way back.
view from Newfound Gap
We wound the Jeep down the mountain toward Georgia. Miley watched "Stuart Little" dvd's on my computer and was a very sweet little girl the rest of the ride, even when Granddaddy and I stopped to gape at some elk beside the road. She wasn't too interested in the elk, merely giving them a cursory glance out of politeness to her obviously excited and demented Gigi.
July 27, 2012