The Report. Minus pictures, as I am not up on the method, sorry.
Pulled the pin at work promptly at 1300 and hit the road running on low energy due to flying all night.
The open road gave me a second wind and hit the Skyline Parkway at about 1500.
Luck had it as a Park Holiday and NO CHARGE at the Gate, what a plus. Nice leisure run threw the hills for 4 hours and fatigue was setting in.
I jumped off on 33 and mad a dash for Waynesboro. I landed at the open arms of the Comfort Inn on 67 and walked over a picked up some liquid courage.
I had just thrown my gear in the room and did a dash for the beer and upon my return and investigation of the room I noticed a door in the back by the desk. Must be a closet, or door to the adjoining room, to my surprise and not advertised was a double size hot tub. Man what a treat to a exhausted biker with cold beer to boot.
Day one came to a quick close after a long soak and a couple of cold ones.

Day two, it was the plan to take my time and enjoy the Blue Ridge Parkway. Hit the road after a quick windshield wash quickie breakfast and a couple of cups of coffee. I was looking forward to a nice day and the temperature was PERFECT for a ride with a whiff of chill lingering, hit the heated grips just for a laugh and onto the Parkway. The scenery was magnificent and the ride was exceptional. Stopped at a nice restaurant and had a home cooked meal with some local chat and discovered the next leg of the parkway was being resurfaced. The nice sign said BIKER BEWARE and the route was not recommended for bicycle or motorcycle travel, who be scared of a little gravel. I ventured cautiously for the next 150 miles and as I became more secure the miles rolled on. I was bumping along without a care in the world, stopped to check in and learned of HARVEY. Tropical storm and rain no big deal at the time and kind of put me on alert.
Maybe it was the thought of the unknown or the worry of another Katrina, but the party was not such a party anymore. I switched gears and adjusted my plan and road to Hwy 77 and cut the Parkway short. I will return to the Parkway as it was something I want to enjoy and YES I will do it on Gloria, all the way.
Speed run from 77 to 81 with a cut off to Kingsport to take the back way into Knoxville. Took the back way in and jumped 131 to bypass Knoxville and shortcut to Nashville. Made it as far as Crossville. Holiday Inn and DONE!
The news was not good as we know and Harvey was a storm that was getting stronger by the hour. This trip was getting shorter not longer as I have family in Houston, San Antonio and Austin.

Day three, weather perfect again and the same morning routine. windshield, quickie breakfast, and on the run to Nashville and the Natchez Trace. Made the Trace entrance at 0900 and was happy to see a 50 mph speed for the Trace. I was in tourist mode with a purpose so the stops would be semi limited to interest and convenience. the plan was make Tupelo MS. and stop. I was putting along with things going well and the incident happened. Well more of a stupid move on my part, I was pulling off for a stop and made the fatal error of not folding in the Rivco pegs. I pulled to a stop and planted my foot in a nice gravel spot and did the slow motion, painful, what the hell drop. One of those "come on" moments. I should have eaten my Wheaties what the hell second. WHY ME! flash. Well it happens so get on with it. I am really glad I watched the video of how to pick up your Goldwing as I was on my own. Only damage was my pride and the Rivco peg let go as designed, so nothing 40.00 can't fix. Patched up my pride and rolled on to Tupelo. Maybe I was not paying attention, just lost in thought, or just enjoying Gloria and the music but I missed the exit. The Trace is easy to get rolling along and scenery hypnotized. The wake up factor was fuel warning light and snap out of it boy reality check.
Stomach was also talking but there are no Cracker Barrels on the Trace. Looked at the map and realized I was on my was to Jackson Mississippi. Hit a local kwik stop for fuel and got a update on Harvey. My plan was changed to get the hell home mode. I did get back on the trace headed to Jackson and had a flash blow past me in the form of a Mercedes 500. Must be a sign as a full tank of gas and a front door leading the way threw government territory, I am in. Made Jackson by 1600 hrs. and I can see New Orleans in my sight.
Weather was clouding up and becoming overcast, traffic was moving well and I hammered it to the first drop of rain in Macomb MS. Did a extra long stop at a Race Track with Red Bull and water, dawned the rain gear and affixed the helmet face shield. I was standing at my local watering hole at 1900 hrs.

Right at 1500 miles with detours, and biggest bump was a foot peg. Ironically damaged on a section of road with no gravel warnings.

So much for planning set aside due to Harvey but family first.
All safe on my end, but Harvey has left its mark for a long time to come..