The second longest some sort of bridge in America.
Sunday morning was not a dress rehearsal. We were on the highway by 7:16am, zooming towards Charlotte through the mountains of West Virginia. Our first stop, of course, was the New River Valley Gorge, also known as the “Grand Canyon of the East.” It was…pretty nice. Starved for breakfast, we followed highway signs to “Smokey’s”, a restaurant tucked into the back of a campground. We chowed down on a delicious buffet that turned out to be free when Jack and I were misidentified as white water rafters staying at the campground.
The drive to Charlotte was brutal at times. Bursts of rain splash against valiant but useless windshield wipers like water balloons. The endless mountain slopes kill your gas mileage on the way up and leave you a sitting duck for the highway patrol on the way down. When we finally did make it to Charlotte, its office towers rose in the distance like Vegas casinos in the desert, the first major city we’d seen since leaving New York.
The tamest picture is the only one Event Brite uploaded. Still good times w/ Barack.
I rendezvoused with Sally Newman at the Airport Roadway Inn, one of the seediest motels I’ve ever seen, and I’ve stayed on the outskirts of Detroit, Vegas and Myrtle Beach. Continue reading →
Living the Dream 