Day 2 - From a Day 3 point of view

Yesterday was split nearly evenly into pleasant and unpleasant driving, all of the latter being on the interstate, and all of the former off it. Rural Ohio is flat and interesting, with mostly straight roads; rural Kentucky seems to have sold all their flatness to Ohio and thrown in their straight roads just to seal the bargain. There is only one road per valley, with miles of double-line sections where you can't pass anything, and guard-rails only when it is obvious that a car hurtling over the edge would do a triple somersault before it landed. Well, a double at least; I should not exaggerate.
With the exception of a very nice 1953 Buick custom seen on the interstate, we are driving the oldest car on the road. The Chrysler is perfectly set up for long trips. Lack of air conditioning is not a problem. Air flow from floor vents, vent windows and having every window down at 60 mph is such that overheating is not possible. You won't see us with our feet hanging out the windows, trying to cool off and drive at the same time.
By sheer accident, we ended up at a resort at the top of Pine Mountain, in a room with a private balcony overlooking hundreds of acres of trees and nothing else. Jane has taken pictures of this, but breakfast is screaming at us to come and find it and eat so I doubt any pictures of the place will be posted until later. Later being the next time we find internet access, of course. In fact, I will have to cut this post short as I am likely to be breakfast; Jane is that hungry.

Above is actually a view from the balcony - (this is Jane/Mum now) and the view from the dining room in the lodge is here.