I'm still licking my wounds from the sale of my trailer. I HATED packing for this trip, and getting into the motel was a PITA. Had I been by myself, I probably would have been headed home tomorrow--my back was just unbearable until I was able to lie down. We didn't stop along the way, but we passed a little church nearby on a service road on the way to the motel and I asked the gentleman at the desk if he could tell me how to get to it, and he did. So, what was going to be a picture-less blog or no blog is now a short blog. We are in Wytheville, Virginia. I went the speed limit, we stopped for lunch, and we were six hours on the road. I "think" the driving is going to get easier now that we are off 85 which was murderous with trucks. We had some (not bad) construction slow downs, but on 85 going south there was a terrible pick up truck fire. We just hope no one was hurt.
So, short and sweet...here are the only photos from the day. The church was adorable and so well kept. The door was open to everyone. We met one local man who pulled up with his little dog friendly fella. The man behind the desk at the motel is the grandson of the man who built in. He passed away. Now the young man takes care of the church and grounds.
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