Tension in Anticipation of the "Big Event" is Rising.

(Mr. Shunshopper's Post)  Tomorrow we set out on our adventure.   I sense that the tension is rising, as Ms. Shunpiker flits from thought to thought.  See for yourself  the amazing list she has been putting together.  Who could have imagined that a yard sale, even a 600-miler, would have required such a list.

Learning my lesson from yesterday, I decided to devote some of my energy to mapping our routes.  As I mapped our route to Chattanooga, Ms S quickly rejected the more convenient and leisurely interstate route of travel.  Instead, in keeping with the spirit of our adventure, she insisted we travel the single-lane roads far less traveled through the mountains of western North Carolina.  I know when I am defeated, and I quickly recognize that the well-known comfort of interstate travel is not an argument I choose to make.  That, my friends is the ultimate shunpiking.

 Monday is recycling day in Chapel Hill.  This morning as I was leaving to go work, she instructed me to stop at neighborhood yards to remove newspapers from their streetside recycling containers.  Seems she thinks she needs newspaper to wrap  the rare treasures she anticipates purchasing.  Unfortunately, the Recycling man beat me to the punch, and the containers were all empty. Therefore, I was unable to rifle through their containers.  Wink, wink!  But not to be defeated in her quest, Ms S just returned with a load of newspapers she recycled from a recycling center.  Where there is a will, there is a way.  Where there is a yard sale, there you will find Ms. Shunpiker.