All he got was me.
A meeting was scheduled, and I set out on the search.
He wasn’t at the Huddle House in Andrews.
He wasn’t at Fontana Lake. Although, he might be in that helicopter. He’s a pilot for a major airline.
He wasn’t at Deal's Gap.
He wasn’t at the Tapoco Lodge.
He wasn't at Lake Santeelah.
He wasn’t on the Skyway.
He wasn’t in Tellico Plains.
Ooooh. I’m getting warm. I found his truck, but no Centerline.
And look what he left behind, unguarded. He won’t mind if I take a test ride, would he?
I finally discovered why I couldn’t find him. It turns out he was at some of those places. I was just on the wrong bike.
Here’s Centerline.
At Coker Creek.
...and on the mountaintop
...and at Bald River Falls.
... and everywhere else I went for rest of the day, riding the fire roads of the Cherokee National Forest.
Another fine day in the great outdoors.
jb
