“We don’t have chickens, we need to get away” announced the man of the house.
And you know me. When it comes to travel, I don’t argue.
We kicked a few ideas around, but in the end, we just hopped in the car and headed 33 east.
“If I’m going to have a good trip, the first thing we need is new windshield wipers” stated the man of the house
After a quick stop, we were all ready for a good trip.
And that honestly was how the entire weekend went.
“Hey I heard they are building a new dairy complex” and next thing we knew we were easing back the farm lane.
“Hey I remember a thrift store on the left right out of Orange”
“Hey can we stop at the BBQ Exchange in Gordonsville?”
Our only rules for the trip was “no chain restaurants and no interstates”
Admittedly I couldn’t believe how many thrift stores/antique shops we stopped at and how patiently Ben waited in me to peruse through the plunder. We found some great treasures. ☺️
“Hey I’ve always wanted to see the Northern Neck”
“Look at those murals! Can we stop?”
“Let’s find seafood for supper” so Ben called a friend that was kinda local and he directed us to a delicious stop in downtown Montross, AND called ahead and covered our tab. Wow
Day #2 of our ramble found us heading west through central Virginia. Mostly it was unchartered territory for me and familiar roads to Ben who basically custom farmed the entire state of VA at one time or another.
“Let’s eat here. I’ve had lots of meals from the place, but have never eaten inside.”
“When did they put a coffee shop here?”
“We drive along and it’s flat like this and then suddenly it’s like you’re going down a mountain.”
The Blue Ridge Parkway was the crowning glory of our ramble. We travelled a section that I’d never been on before and stopped at every overlook that struck our fancy.
500 miles later, we turned into our little town of Singers Glen, refreshed from our adventure.
So thankful to the Giver of Every Good Thing for the many ways this weekend was a dream come true to me.