If you wondering what I meant by saying that we didn't know what we were getting ourselves into camping at the Place on the River, I will now divulge that story. It goes like this - we awoke to a lazy, hazy, wet, overcast morning along the banks of the French Broad River. Stepping out of the Prius was a task and we knew that the Port had done its job. After showering, yeah whole other story, we started up the campstove and set to making breakfast as our fellow PRC residents slowly started stirring, shaking off the night before as they set to their tasks. We met even more people and chatted with some of the same characters from the night before, getting more of their backstories. The wife of our direct neighbor was a 42 year old woman who described herself as a "bonafied Tarheel" and "was born right down the road in an elementary school parking lot, in a snowstorm, in the passenger seat of a '57 Nomad." She showed us her Basset Hound named Hitch and her American Pit named Carmen before bringing us over breakfast and more anecdotes about herself and the community they had on the river.
But then everything changed for us. We met John and his girlfriend, Megan, who came over bringing with them two of the cutest puppies we had ever seen. When they reached us we played with each of them remarking about how cute they were. Upon hearing our delight over the pups, John remarked that they were free to a good home. Well this sent our minds a reeling, could we adopt one of these beautiful guys to be our own and invite him into our journeys. We tried to think logically for a while longer, playing the pros and cons over and over again before succumbing to our adventurous side we decided to adopt a three month old mutt, with no name, from a trailer campground, on the banks of a river in North Carolina.
So we introduce to you Sir Hank Albert Moriarty or just Hank. (I decided that he needed a full name but really he's just Hank) He is a bundle of joy, sleeps a lot, stays right with you off the leash, comes when called, sits on command, sleeps perfectly fine in the tent, and doesn't bark. We have had him for just over a day now and we still have no idea what kind of pup he is (so if anyone can give us some hints from the photos we'd be much obliged) or how big he's gonna get but we do know that we are super excited about sharing our adventures with him.