{"id":17584,"date":"2018-03-29T17:20:09","date_gmt":"2018-03-29T17:20:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/?p=17584"},"modified":"2018-03-29T17:20:09","modified_gmt":"2018-03-29T17:20:09","slug":"life-island-times-road-mountain-smoke-august-1971","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/life-island-times-road-mountain-smoke-august-1971\/","title":{"rendered":"Life &#038; Island Times:  Road Mountain Smoke (August 1971)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-17586\" src=\"https:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/IMG_2367.png\" alt=\"IMG_2367\" width=\"129\" height=\"200\" \/><\/p>\n<p><em>Postcard: Early Morning Mist in the Great Smoky Mountains<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I rode my Honda 175 from the upper Midwest to my new home in North Carolina. This was day two of the longest motorcycle journey I have attempted. It might be over 800 miles when I total up the legs. The 10.5 cubic inch powered motorcycle did its best to climb these steep mountain roads. I am still saddle sore.<\/p>\n<p>There were no high speed interstate routes to take. I used gas station maps to find my way through the backcountry. Legible road signs indicating upcoming turns or intersecting roads in the mountains were few or non-existent. Sometimes, consulting the sun&#8217;s position was my best option for deciding which way to take.<\/p>\n<p>A West Virginia mountain pass log cabin motel unit whose hand painted billboard advertised &#8220;Clean Sheets &#8211; $5&#8221; was where I stopped to sleep the first night after the dark, damp cold had made continued travel impossible. There was little gravel left visible in its parking lot &#8212; the afternoon rains had turned it into a muddy water pond. There was no TV, ice or soda machines, shower, or in room phone available, but Gideon had thoughtfully left me his good book to read.<\/p>\n<p>I crossed into Virginia the next morning via a gap in an Appalachian ridge. As I passed through Fancy Gap, mountain ridges below me were emerging from a blue morning mist. This portion of the Smoky Mountains was great to behold. I pulled off at the top of the next cut to have a smoke and enjoy the view.<\/p>\n<p>At the end of another long hill climb I slowly rode into an unnamed small town with very little going on. I stopped to stretch, consult my map and have a smoke. There were idle young men across the street out front of a worn, wooden house&#8217;s long porch with tall walking sticks made from various tree woods. They wore overalls but were shirtless. Now and then, one of them would twirl his stick but not in a band director or threatening manner. It was an odd movement that showed great skill and could easily be converted into something more powerful and lethal.<\/p>\n<p>It became odder still, when a small ball appeared that was then smacked about &#8212; up, up, up, side to side, and between the men as they leaned against the porch.<\/p>\n<p>Hill people field hockey?<\/p>\n<p>When one of them missed the ball, they all would howl like dogs. They may not have had jobs but their spirit, almost a kinship, was evident. There was no despair there at all just deep still water.<\/p>\n<p>Remounting my bike, I putted out of town. Just down the road from the stick men in a back lot, a large smoker was billowing, which by scent had some fine Carolina pig on its way to BBQ pork platters that night.<\/p>\n<p>Copyright \u00a9 2018 From My Isle Seat<br \/>\nwww.vicsocotra.com<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Postcard: Early Morning Mist in the Great Smoky Mountains I rode my Honda 175 from the upper Midwest to my new home in North Carolina. This was day two of the longest motorcycle journey I have attempted. It might be over 800 miles when I total up the legs. 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