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We pack up the car for the
second day of our vacation, and hit the motel's free breakfast
buffet. They had make your own waffles where you pour pre-measured
cups of batter into the waffle iron, close the cover, and flip it
over where the batter immediately leaks out onto the table. They
should call it "make your our mess". After that we did
"make your own get-a-way before the manager saw what a
disaster we created"
The weather wasn't exactly vacation weather. But at least it
wasn't snowing and the temperature was near fifty.
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The weather forecast for the
east coast was rain and dropping temperatures, so instead of
driving straight down Rt 95 where it was raining, we decided that we
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We went through North Carolina
and were in South Carolina when we went by this accident.
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... and unfortunately ended up
crushing this car.
There were good deals on fresh, slightly bruised produce, though. |
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We passed numerous swamps like
this one. In fact, from what we have seen, I think everything from
the Mason-Dixon line south is at least 50% swamps.
I wanted to pick up some presents for my nieces, and saw this
sign advertising dolls. I thought I could get good deal on a couple
of Barbie dolls (maybe that had been damaged by falling off the dock
into the swamp). Unfortunately the place was closed. I was disappointed,
but for some reason Neal was more upset than me. |
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There were billboards for a
place called JR's that we had started seeing about 100 miles ago
(kind of like South of the Border), so
by the time we arrive at the exit where the store was located, we
had to see what it was all about. So Neal, me and most of the
population of eastern United States stopped at JR's. It was amazing
what there was in the 200,000 square feet of space they had, packed from
wall to wall and floor to ceiling. It was also amazing that in that
200,000 square feet I could not find a single useful
item. |
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We continued west to Greensboro
where we discovered a Hooters exactly at the same time that we got
hungry - and thirsty. The Budweiser people were there giving out
prizes to everyone that drank Bud or Bud Light. They didn't like it
when we told them they couldn't pay us enough to drink that donkey
piss (actually, I think donkey piss tastes better. I apologize to
any donkey I may have insulted.)
After we left Hooters (They didn't even let us finish our wings),
we were kindly given a police escort to the town line. |
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We had actually reached 70
degrees for about 30 seconds and the temperature started dropping
again. It was raining on and off, mostly on.
We passed these buildings somewhere in South Carolina. From the
shape of the one on the left I figured it must be the headquarters
for the National Organization for Women. |
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These are just a couple of
homes we passed by after I talked Neal into talking a short cut.
There are a lot of brick homes in the south. Maybe it just seems
like there are a lot of brick homes because we passed by these same
homes 6 or 7 more times as we tried to find our way back to the
highway. |
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For Marianne: Horses (If Neal would slow down I could have gotten a
better shot (I'm referring to with my camera. We were already out of
ammo)
On the right is a picture of a blur. Dammit, Neal. Slow Down!!! |
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This is Neal as we make one of
our numerous inspections of the rest areas.
Speaking of rest areas, the sign says this is a world famous
gentleman's club. Somehow they forgot to tell the world about it.
They were so desperate for customers that they even let us in
(though we had to pass a rigorous test of opening doors, putting our
coats over puddles, tipping our hats, giving up our seats and other gentlemanly
things. The $12.00 we paid helped, too) |
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