The Drive To Walton’s Mountain
Driving to visit Walton’s Mountain felt like one of the longest trips we have ever went on, even though we have went much further in the past. I think it was all of the two lane roads that we were on for hours. Then you can make life even worse when you get behind a big rig going up hills at a snails pace.
What was really funny is that we went to the wrong hotel. Try that one on sometime. I walked into the hotel and asked if they had my reservation? It was funny to see the puzzled look on the clerks face. I was told that the hotel I was looking for is another hour and a half away, what a shock to the both of us.
We drove and found where we are suppose to be staying. My wife said she wished that we would have stayed where we thought we were suppose to be. The hotel we are in is clean, has no whirl pool bath, and has no pool, but we did bring our suites! Anyway that is the price I have to pay to be closer to Walton’s Mountain Museum. I have been wanting to come here for years and now we are finally on the mountain.
This is a picture I shot on the way.
