Last night we inched our way down Mount Mitchell onto the Blue Ridge Parkway once again, but this time behind a tow truck. A van had broken down on it's way up the mountain that we had seen along the way, and only on our journey out of Mount Mitchell did that tow come for them, poor things. Perhaps we could have picked them up, like 10 years ago, but fast forward and add all the creepy movies, no thanks.
This morning, we were waking up in the smallest town we've been in yet. We drove up and down this main strip, all of about 2 miles looking for this motel in the dark. Last night at around 9:30 pm, this place looked scary. Referring back to the creepy movies, it looked like that verbatim, but now in the light of day, not so bad. It really does have the small town feel and we are definately sticking out like a sore thumb. 
As we sit for lunch at Upper Street Cafe, a one of a kind, touch of chic cafe, the bubble machine in front is distracting me. What a cute way to attract attention. Looking around, you could see the personalized touch to everything and the food also held it's own. We ordered and shared a cheese burger and tuna melt sandwich, and a sweet tea, of course. They were both delicious. I even snuck a couple of desserts to go, while taking care of the check. Everything is made fresh on site and the home made eclair and lemon and cream cheese pound cake looked divine. This was to make a really great driving snack, for sure. 