Driving, driving, and more driving.
I made it 10 hours to Wytheville, Virginia where I decided it was time to stop. Wytheville didn't look too desolate and had a bunch of hotels and restaurants. Surely I'd be able to find a vacant room in one of the 8 hotels I had to choose from...
Wrong.
Apparently there's a huge biker rally in Virginia this weekend and Wytheville is the half-way stop that they all migrate to. Every hotel was booked except one where I somehow managed to grab the second to last room they had left. Thanks goodness.
But Wytheville? Really? What are the chances, seriously.
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