Every. Single. Room. In all of Asheville, and within a 60-mile radius was sold out when we arrived yesterday. We had a room reserved, but when we went to it, someone else was lying on the bed working on a 12-pack, his little three-year-old watching TV. The man kept apologizing, which was odd. I did, too, which wasn't. The next room had been torn to shreds by meth heads and the repairs were never completed. You might have seen the picture on facebook.
Roo and I started driving around. It took five hours and 70 miles before we finally found a place in Spartanburg, South Carolina.
Tonight we're back in Asheville. This has been quite the exertion. Asheville to Santa Monica, packing and moving, then driving back to Asheville. More to follow, but for now suffice it to say that we're both beat. Roo got two hours of hiking and swimming in, nonetheless.
The picture of Rooki was taken just now. That bed, by the way? A replacement I had to stop at a Petco in Arizona to buy after forgetting hers at a motel in Victorville, California four days ago.