Rule #1 when traveling in the mountains in a 37 foot RV towing a car is to NEVER trust your GPS alone. Always double check your route against real maps. Unfortunately I forgot this rule as we made our way into the National Park. The drive down through Pennsylvania, Maryland, West Virginia, Virginia, and Tennessee was spectacular. The roads were wide, free of traffic and very scenic. A lot better than our normal first few days battling the interstate madness of I 70 and I 80. We were relaxed and at ease on the road enjoying the 70 degree temperatures and sun as we passed through the Shenandoah Valley and into the Great Smokey Mountains. As we made our way through Gatlinburg Tennessee, the camper traffic started to build and it was clear we were getting closer to the National Park, but when everyone else stayed straight, the GPS loudly commanded me to go right.
We were stuck in Deliverance country with no way out!! To make matters worse every other technology-addicted fool in the area was routed this way as well. They however simply drove across the bridge to freedom as they pointed and laughed at us. After 20 minutes or so of contemplative pondering I came up with a brilliant idea. It came to me something like this….. F*#K This!! I am crossing that damn bridge. Now what I have not as of yet mentioned was that the approach to the bridge was the same narrow road that we were on terminated in a sharp right hand turn onto the bridge. Here is where it got even worse. Swinging as wide as I could and throwing caution to the wind I went for it only to quickly realize that I was going to come up 2 inches short of being able to make it onto the bridge without running into the giant wooden guard rails on either side. With Hunter and Kristi yelling in horror as they spotted me from outside. I came to find my self not just stuck in Deliverance country. Not just stuck on a dirt road in Deliverance country. But stuck half on a wooden bridge and half on a dirt road in Deliverance country!! The best part was that there were tourists on either end of me and traffic was building fast. At this point there were two equally appealing options. Number one was to let Colby go free and join my other spotters before I gun it forward and drive to my death over the guardrail and into the River. Or I could reverse ever so slowly and attempt to get back to my spot on the side of the road where I came up with this brilliant plan.