Traveling across all these mountains is treacherous. On the way to Franklin two days ago, after breakfast - on some back roads that had tight curves (the ones like you only see in car commercials in my area of the country), roads that have no guardrails on 3,000 foot plunges off the sides of cliffs and switchbacks from hell - I got the most sick to my stomach I have ever gotten in my life.

I literally spent 2+ hours in various stages of discomfort/misery/hell with my eyes screwed shut about to hurl at any moment. When I did open my eyes and see the terrain whiz bby and the vistas below. It was like I was seeing though the eyes of some dude on a psychotropic mushroom trip. Severe vertigo. Swirling, rushing, fish eye lens crap that cinematographers get paid too much for. If I closed them it didn’t really improve as I has light coming through the trees hitting my face from so many angles a minute with the road curves that it was nearly as dizzying as having them open with the vertigo.

Did I mention there is almost no place to pull over on these 2 lane mountain roads? Never in all my life have I gotten that queasy from a car trip. I think part of it was altitude, as I’m really sesitive to it when we fly as well, but there were parts I was wishing I’d pass out. I really can’t express how messed up I was. OMFG. The day before we’d done some equally terrifying terrain and I was fine.

Mr Man, god bless him, stopped at Bridal Veil Falls rigt along the edge of the road thinking I would want a break and like to see it, but I didn’t have the legs to get out of the car on the edge of the mountain side quite yet. If I would have gotten out it would have taken him an hour minimum to get me back in so I just said “no, get me to the hotel” and bore through it as appropriate to my german ancestry. So no pictures, I’m a bad flickrati.

It took a two hour nap to get over it completely once I managed to crawl into the hotel bed. The next day, I was fine, something about breakfast that morning didn’t like that whole stunt driver thing… and looks like the way out of here to go home is more of the same, so Dramamine is the order of the day for Saturday. Just to be safe.

I shot some video of the roads on the way to Franklin, until I stopped it when I started to be overcome by nausea. I’ll be posting it to youtube in a sickening fast fareward version for you all to share my pain when I get back.