Those who have been following my tweets and Facebook statuses may have noticed that I am down south, drinking beer in Asheville, North Carolina. (To potential home invaders: I have several dozen roommates and their significant others rotating through the house at all times.) For the third year in a row, I’ve somehow escaped some of the drama of the holidays by exploring these United States.
Prior engagements (including the 2nd birthday party of two of my most favorite guys in the world) mandated that the drive toward Asheville start Saturday evening, right as the season’s first snow would fall on southern Ohio. An unlit two-lane highway combined with just enough snow to be dangerous helped us decide to stay in Portsmouth, Ohio for the evening. Secretly, I was excited: another town on the Ohio River to explore.
