Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Drivng Across North Carolina and Resting Awhile in Winterville

The drive across Tennessee had been horrible. Interstate forty was full of truck traffic and if that wasn't enough it rained hard most of the way. As we entered North Carolina the road wound through the Smokies and it was actually a pretty easy route. Sure there were some curved tunnels but the speed was reduced to fifty miles per hour. The roads got better and better and the traffic lessened as we headed east.
Arriving in Winterville we found a really nice rv park with a nice weekly rate, Calling my brother. Mike and his wife Mona, who recently retired from Connecticut, we were soon engaged in catching up on all the trials and tribulations of selling and moving.
After spending a day at their new house we decided to head to Washington, North Carolina, for lunch and a stroll and some birding, along the Pamlico Sound. The river is actually the Tar River, related to how the Tar Heels got their name, with the river changing its name at Washington, NC, to the Pamlico river as it enters the Pamlico Sound.
Our first stop was at the local Chamber of Commerce and if you travel like we do the local chambers are always a first stop for great information. The lady at the Washington Center was excellent and she showered us with her vast knowledge.
Eating lunch at The Grub, I had a catfish poboy and Renita opted for a healthy salad that was also excellent, it was evident we were finally down south. Fried food, fried green tomatoes, and even sugared deep fried sweet potato fries all threatened our waistlines but how can you resist?
After lunch we stopped at an antique store before walking down the street to the riverfront. It was the quiet time for the birds and we didn't see many but the turtles made up for it. Here they practically beg for food as they ponderously swim to each group of people strolling along the boardwalk.
It is so nice to be here after the twenty five hundred mile drive form our summer place in Thayne, Wyoming. We will spend a week before coasting down the southeast coast and crossing Florida to St Petersburg. That of course means family time and our own, nurse Jenny. Clear skies

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