It was difficult to leave, but we pressed on, driving throughout a cluster of small towns, diverting through many lost and lonely side streets. There were some spacious lots for sale here and there but they seemed to be nestled in with some scary Sanford and Son lots. At one point, a skunk jumped in front of our car onto the gravel road and casually strutted in front of our vehicle for at least a minute or more. We could smell its pungent aroma, wondering what Nature was telling us this day. One local had turned us onto her favorite meditation spot with an unknown waterfall, but warned us it would require driving on dirt roads deep into the forest a ways.