From Martin's Cove I headed to my cousin Vonda's home in Missouri. First, I hit a dust storm. I finally arrived at Vonda's and we had a good visit until around 4 pm when the phone rang. From there, it was a stressful and bizarre night as we got a call that her niece was being held by people calling themselves "the Mexican Mafia" and asking for $10,000 for her release. We called the police, who called the FBI and we spent until 2 am with the FBI in a hotel room while they sorted things out. In the end, she was returned home but it took some time. I was exhausted from lack of sleep. I spent the next night at my cousin Doug's home, then after visiting my Aunt in a nursing home, I made a beeline to my son Rob's house in Georgia.
Rob looked great and we had a very good visit.
Howeveer, there was a hurricane brewing that threatened my return trip directly through the Blueridge Parkway and areas I wanted to visit. I ended up changing my plans again, and making a beeline for home.
It's a good thing I did because the campground I'd reserved in North Carolina was completely swept away by the mudslides. And once again, listening to my gut saved my butt!
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