June 24, 2004 - Greensboro Campground, Greensboro, North Carolina

"The Crusher" voice (after being conked in the head by Bugs Bunny): "Just passin' through... daaaaaiiiyyyy....."

Most notable thing about Greensboro: the pain in my ankle. Managed to twist the christ out of my ankle while walking Mei-Li our fuzz-ball-mop of a dog. We scowled at the children in the trailer next to ours before we slammed the door shut and turned on the AC. Another campground with all the trailers wedged together next to a busy highway. I bet you couldn't give this land away to a redneck even with a free modular home on it. These campgrounds are starting to look alike, I think we're getting fiberglass box fever.

We attempted to drive up the Blue Ridge Parkway. It's supposed to be a really scenic motorway that starts down in Georgia and goes on forever with no billboards or bathrooms. We're such jaded Northeners, we managed to drive about 6 miles and said, "Screw it." It's basically a giant, wide bicycle path.

I can't imagine anyone coming to this campground and voluntarily returning, yet I met a woman who did just that. Ack! It's wedged between a fairly busy road and the highway, so it's not exactly a peaceful retreat.

This morning we were sitting in our air-conditioned camper, eating Pop Tarts, drinking coffee and watching CNN. . .Same old story: more people killed in Iraq, more severe storms in the midwest, more Scott Stevenson trial, a lot of hoodoo about Michael Moore's movie, "Farenheit 9/11" (which we want to see), more "predictions" about factors that might influence November's election, yadda yadda yadda. At least they're no longer wasting air time on the "tragic" story of those insignificant Olsen twins. Gimme a break.