Our second to last day saw the mighty return of Tim Costine to the East Coast, the land of his heritage. You may not know this, but there are actual visible signs that you have reached area that can be classified as ‘East Coast’. What are they? Check out these two pictures:
There is Mt. Dew available in abundance and Dunkin’ Donuts on every corner.
The day started in normal fashion in Tennessee, watching the sun rising over the road ahead. Thankfully, now that we’ve moved in a more northward direction, the suns not in my eyes for the first hour of driving.
One of the stops we made today was trying to find the birthplace of Davey Crockett. As the popular song goes, he was born in the mountains of Tennessee. We saw a sign pointing us in the direction, and decided to take chase. After taking a wrong turn due to a sign that was bent to keep the direction hidden from the view of a driver, we found the place…. AND…. it was closed for the season. But we walked around it and it was still neat.
In the back there was an authentic covered wagon that was used to move a family from Virginia to the area. This thing could hold up to 8 tons of stuff. That’s a lot of shoes.
After that, we got back on the road and hustled through Virginia. Virginia is a place that I’ve already spent quite a bit of time in, so it was really the end of the line as far as things we haven’t seen before. We spent a few vacations in Virginia, as well as my honeymoon, although that was in a separate part of the state.
This is the Shenendoah Valley, which is just gorgeous. The whole drive through it is fun to think how the Union and Confederate armies marched up and down, seeking to out maneuver their opponent.
At the end of the day, we crossed over the border into West Virginia, and suddenly the lights went out. But thankfully we found a hotel that had electricity and are waiting out the night before we make our way up the coast to New Hampshire. We should get in sometime in the late afternoon/early evening.