DAY 427 (3/31), Part II: Twin Lakes

So my kind host pumped out about a gallon of transmission fluid, then, checking the dip stick, added half of it back in. That he was having a good time working on my engine was such a blessing. It was about 3pm when I left, getting me to the campground at dusk after driving some confusing miles through a state forest with precious few directional signs. It was dark by the time I found my campsite, only with help from the park ranger on call.

I covered a lot of ground in my 135 miles. I crossed over the non-impressive James Taylor Bridge, drove through South Boston and ended up in Green Bay. Rather than churches and crosses, this route took me by too many historical markers to count. Searching for information on the web, I learned there are more than 2,500 of them erected in Virginia to highlight people, places, or events of regional, statewide, or national significance. The state’s historical marker program is the oldest in the nation, beginning in 1927 when a handful of markers were erected along U.S. 1 between Richmond and Mount Vernon. While I couldn’t find the exact ones I passed, I did pass some time reading some of them online. 

I stopped for more chicken and rice soup, crackers and Gatorade. I won’t be buying it again. The Glacier Cherry was as bad as whatever the blue one was. I see people with eight-packs hanging off all the edges of their grocery carts. Is there something I’m missing?

As I was driving in the pouring rain on windy, hilly roads with no shoulders, I began to complain, and then I began to laugh … realizing it was just a part of the dream I had forgotten about. Now … to figure out where I’m going from here.