The Road to West Virginia

After breakfast Tuesday, we headed out on Interstate 40. We turned north onto 81 and Carrie had a request.

"Find RVs. Somewhere on the way."

 We pulled over in Abingdon, VA. It was a trailer dealer, but a full RV wasn't a serious thought. A trailer though? We've got the truck and Carrie's been doing some research.

My answer was still a "no" unless we move somewhere years down the line where we have some land. Carrie wanted to stop for fun.

We were happy to chat and look around. Being inside the trailers brought back some memories for me. Jama and Papa used to have an RV. They traveled all over, sometimes with us in tow. We used to like to hang out and sleep in it even when it was parked at their house.

Pop-outs weren't a thing back then.

We stopped over in another small town called Wytheville for lunch, a supply run, and to satisfy my desire to poke around. Carrie and I walked the downtown area and hit up a game and a country store before hopping back on the road.

Funny sign of the day: "Now entering Virginia's Technology Corridor."

We looked around and saw nothing but mountains. Occasionally, there was a break in the trees for a farm, but unless they had cyber cows the sign seemed a misnomer.

This happened before WV: "Where's the road going?" I asked. "It looks like it disappears into the mountain."

It did.

There was another one before we crossed the border, too.

West Virginia tunnels look like the entrance to some sort of secret military or research base from the Cold War era to me.

Our journey stopped at a carriage house south of Beckley. Carrie had a secret plan she wasn't about to reveal about what we'd be doing while in WV.

We unpacked, milled about, and got back on the road yet again.

West Virginia, the land where you can be cruising down a highway and suddenly find yourself on a bridge 1,000 ft above a valley below without warning.

I'm not making that up either. One day a year, they open up the bridge we drove over for base jumping. It's probably not a good road for someone with a fear of heights to be looking out the window.