I wish this post was about a couple of really lovely older ladies that I met, but no.
Our Park in lower, east, or lesser Virginia, as I’m going to call it (because it doesn’t get a descriptive adjective for reasons unknown to me) was quite a breath of fresh air… literally. It felt quite a bit cooler than North Carolina, and the breeze made it possible to step outside and enjoy the summer evening.
It also brought about multiple “hurrahs” when I announced we had sewer hookups again. Oh, the simple things, like having a bathroom sink that drains again!
Oh, before I forget, on our way out of NC we stopped at an authentic NC BBQ spot. It was pretty good. It was very different than the BBQ I’m used to. I still like my Kansas City BBQ best. 😁
Because we were visiting a somewhat off-the-beaten-path BBQ restaurant, we had to park at an unusual place, which happened to be at a bit of an incline. Marina had the wonderful job of removing the chocks before we set off again.
She found it somewhat gross… so, of course, I offered to let her help with dumping the tanks next time. 😉
Upon arrival in lower Virginia we discovered that something really, really not so great happened along the way.
Yup, that’s a hole in our RV. It’s from a bike handle. Time for a margarita.
While getting said margarita, I happened upon a thing of nightmares.
Or course, it was a single bathroom and the main door locked, but why the wall? I really did have recurring nightmares about doorless bathroom stalls as a child. It might have been the lasting effect of visiting rest stops in the 80s.
Later that evening, I was trying to get some things accomplished around the trailer, and I managed to step incorrectly onto a slope close to the bottom step of the RV, twisting my ankle and leg underneath me (not because of the margarita, just clumsiness). I landed on my behind, fell back, and just laid there on the grass for a minute, thinking about whether I wanted to call for help or not. Sure enough, I did need it, but after a little while I was fine, and I could still walk on it. I’m not totally convinced it’s not fractured or something, but it’ll have to wait until Kentucky. That’s my drivin’ leg!
On our way through much of West Virginia we saw gorgeous forests of trees, some really long and amazing tunnels, and $35 worth of tolls. Bring cash to WV, people, cash.
When we arrived at our park I was dragging, so I decided to seek out some coffee. The coffee shop that peaked my interest was actually located in a shopping mall. While we were there, we saw this magnificent work of art on display. I’ve always been a fan of amazing sand art.
So that’s that. Next, we’re on our way to Kentucky!
Our RV Life 