I decided not to stop and camp on the way back home, but drive straight through, about six hours. I did stop at #Tamarack marketplace on a recommendation, and I'm glad I did. It's set up to let local artisans sell their wares, everything from quilts to preserves to blown glass & paintings. There are even some ceramic, glass, and wood workshops in the building with areas a small audience can watch from, which I thought was a brilliant idea.
Virginia wasn't as far along yet in the color change, so most of the hills and looming mountains were still carpeted in just green.
As night fell completely, traffic growing more sparse by the minute, I found myself driving a stretch of freshly painted road with no edgelines & pristine asphalt. It was like driving on glass above a sea of ink, and I surprised myself with how unnerved I grew.
The whole adventure reminded me I have more freedom than I exercise, for better or worse.