There were no phone in the room. No microwave. No fancy little soaps. But there was the sound of water lapping against the shore and the ding of the sails in the wind coming from the marina. There was a sunrise over the mountain, and a little old lady who runs the place from her room/apartment after hours.
Lydia standing in McCaysville, GA and Copperhill, TN at the same time. For the record we also drove to Murphy, NC on the same day, but all we really did was use the bathroom at a Dollar Store before driving back to the motel in TN.
This is Bob...I know...not a very Indian-ish name is it? Well he's weaning himself off the peyote which is why he appears a little grumpy.