Thursday's "Rattler Run" is pretty short-- Google Maps says it's about 75 minutes from the Maggie Valley Creekside Inn up to Hot Springs.
There's a diner next door to the Inn, so I would assume everybody will waddle over and back in little groups. Leon will be up, dressed and ready to go at 4:15 AM, and I'm pretty sure Jeanie will skip the whole thing altogether. There is no formality to grits and sour-dough toast, so find somebody you'd be OK spending an hour with over bad coffee, and get-'r-done.
We'll probably leave base-camp around 10:00 AM or so to accommodate Cory's need to replace something on his car (a part that won't fit, doubtless) in the parking lot. Lane's lonely dachshunds should have plenty of time to stretch their stubby little legs, assuming Lane can make it to his own party.
Everybody should have time for their morning constitutional, to go for a brisk run, get gas, properly air up the tires (22 psi? 22-1/2 psi? whatever it takes), dial in more rebound on their shocks, re-jet their carbs, defragment their hard-drives, get propane for the camp-stove, buy c-store fountain pops and Red Bull, purchase bottle rockets, re-string their banjos, and stow the K-rations and fire shovels.
Leaving on the first day is like herding cats, but we'll try to have it all together by mid-morning.
There's a couple of bar/grill-type places in Hot Springs. I would assume it's going to take a group our size a bit to find our places in the world, and eat our fill of onion rings and greasy food. I'd suspect we'll be ready to pull out at 1:30- 2:00 PM.
Last year, we just ran The Rattler in reverse, which was great. That'd put everybody back in their rooms around 3:00 PM. If our time looks OK, I may try another route back to the stable, because I hate to backtrack. If we're pressed for time, we'll just head back the way we came. I want everybody to have a chance to get cleaned up for the evening. I'll work on this over the next week.
Regardless, this will give everybody a chance to have the menservants brush their tuxes and wipe down the spats for the big night out in Asheville. We'll laugh, we'll cry, we'll be moved. We'll tear up the town, wining and dining and carrying on till all hours of 7:00 or so, at which point we'll head back to Lane's Campfire 'o Love and Storytellin'. With any luck, I will have drifted off to nod by 10:00 or so.
The next day, Doc Luebert is charge, and there'll be no such lollygagging and carrying on. The Dragon and Chernobyl Meltdown Loop will allow no such tomfoolery. We'll need to leave quite a bit earlier.
... but you are all coming to drive, no?