Day 7
Sun 1st July Eastern Tennessee
Dumb RV park layout. Sewer outlet too high to draw blackwater tank so we had to move to another pad to empty it. Sad how wrong they have it when they’ve spent so much money. Set course for Crossville and Stupid immediately took us up and down a steep one lane dirt track.
Very small roads all the way which was a treat after the highways. Speed low enough to spot farm and wild life again.
Provisioned up in hick Crossville and discovered the manual focus on our expensive Sony DSCH5 has stopped working. Yet another commonly experienced fault unrecognised by the manufacturer. Going back on ourselves slightly, heading NE. Found a spot to park in Cherokee Lodge Nudist Camp, after much aggravating ineffectual re-reversing, and finally felt clean. Met snowbirds Abe and Betsy in the ancient hottub. Abe carries a pistol in his cab. Made him feel a lot safer lost in DC. Betsy makes saddles of plastic flowers to put on graves but younger people dont visit cemeteries and competition uses cheap flowers made by chinese children so her business is petering out. Old halfbreed cherokee with a pretty young wife owns the place and runs all the hot water from wood stove buildings around the grounds. Swam and met the heart surgery swingers, a burly tattooist and his his older buddy with their ample wives, determined to live their remaining years doing whatever pleased them. Played 5 aside pool volleyball (old naked men v old naked women). Met the elderly pierced people who showed us their most intimate metal with much pulling aside of flesh. Big southern drawls all round, much white hair and droopage but very friendly.
Its crazy that you have to pay $70 a day to take off your clothes outside. We are witnessing the demise of a freer time. Lisa did the laundry while I stood and ruminated.