The South and the regular South
The South Carolina countryside is attractive. We drove past miles and miles of peanut fields, dotted with tidy small country houses and punctuated with Baptist churches every couple of miles. Each church has its graveyard right next to it. Occasionally some graves are separately fenced off and I suppose this is to keep the Southern Baptists from associating with the regular Baptists, but I don’t know that for sure. People here are friendly, hospitable and gracious. Along the back roads we saw fewer confederate flags than in California and while we came across a couple of county race tracks, there really were no redneck yards of the week to be admired. Certainly, Oregon sports more “emporiums” and fixer upper cars displayed on concrete blocks than the heart of the South.
Our goal was to get to the Smokey Mountain National Park (http://www.nps.gov/grsm/index.htm). On crossing into North Carolina along a curvy mountain road in the forest, things did suddenly turn backwoodsy. We came past a bunch of stereotypical shacks with moonshiner type characters lounging on the sloping porch and an assortment of rusting trucks along the highway that dated back to the great depression. We had lunch at a roadhouse and were asked a question I had not heard for some time: “Smoking or Non-Smoking?” Bless the Tar Heels. They had a bucket of peanuts on each table and the catfish is real good.
As we got close to the park entrance, heavy thunderstorm developed that would last well into the next day. We turned back and my ambition to visit this famous park will remain unfulfilled.
I like the way a lot of minor league teams bring a lot of kids onto the field and really engage the fans.
In DC we were treated to a fine afternoon of sailing on the Potomac.
Ferdinand did an outstanding job skippering
Ferdinand did an outstanding job skippering
The stadium is fine, but lacks character. The team makes up for it with fine play.
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