As we pulled off of I-40 to get on Highway 9 into Black Mountain on Thursday we did our traditional/ceremonial rolling down of the windows to take in that Blue Ridge Mountain air.
Us: “Do you smell that Young Extroverted One?”
YEO: “Yeah, it smells like dog.”
Now that we’re back in the world of satellite television and digital video recorders I’m a little behind on the shows that I like to watch. One of the best, IMHO (hee hee, look at me! I’m doing the intertubes lingo thingy. Whatever that means.), is Alton Brown’s Feasting on Asphalt.
It’s got all the things that I’m a sucker for: road trips and food. I’m a huge sucker for beer but it’s not a show on road food and good beer. Beer and driving do not mix.
This show is like Blue Highways with food and a motorcycle. I just love travel/road trip/hiking books/movies/television shows. Maybe I enjoy reading/watching it because it’s just something that I can’t do anymore. Even though I’ve had some great road trips in the past (shout out to Mountain Kilter who, by the way, needs to write more!) I’ve even spent 21 days backpacking, canoeing, mountain biking on an Outward Bound-type of program called Discovery. Plus, some smaller, shorter backpacking trips. This whole road trip/travel thing I’ve done a little bit of but don’t anymore. And I never wrote about the trips. I guess I just like to read and watch them.
Among the things that I love about the show is the transition to commercials. The camera pans up a collage of photos of the past events and then ends on a quote. I guess I’m a sucker for a good quote too. I’ve got collections of quotes stashed in random places that I can’t even remember.
Great. Now I have wanderlust, I’m hungry and thirsty for a frosty beverage and it’s only 8:40AM.