
Hey, where'd the ROAD go?
This is not Ricky's only dead end!
See the
2002 Girlie Ride!
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Here we were cruising
down this great curvy two-laned road, happily enjoying the sunshine and
countryside, heading for Andrews. When all of a sudden, Ricky
STOPS in the middle of the road.
The road just comes to an end. Period. In the middle of nowhere. "We ain't
lost, we're just taking a break!"
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Now let's see, we took a right at Tusquitee. Maybe we should have
taken a LEFT?
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Where did we go wrong?
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Andrews, NC, is right down
the road. Over the logging trail, through the holler, and around
the bend.
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Actually, we were just searching for the Country Cottage, one of our
favorite restaurants. We knew where we were all the time.... heh,
heh....
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A friend of Jerry's owns the Fryemont Inn in Bryson City, NC. We
promised Jerry we would look him up. Unfortunately, the Fryemont
Inn hadn't opened for the season..... their loss..
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The Fryemont Inn Dining Room....
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Toothpick and I aren't too sure about this.
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Bryson City and the pretty white pear trees.
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After we check into a motel in Bryson City, Toothpick calls home.
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Woody peers out the motel window.
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And Toothpick is ready to ride some more...
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