From Raleigh to Waynesville

What a gorgeous day Friday dawned to be!  We left the fairgrounds under crystal clear blue skies and headed farther west on I-40.  The roads were lined with lots of pine trees interspersed with the colors of sweet gum, the browns of the oak trees and occasional bursts of yellows.   It's Friday after Thanksgiving and most people are still enjoying family and friends waiting to the last minute to travel home from the holiday.  Dan and  I had had more time to think about letting Junior have a few moments to refresh himself in the trailer.  At this rest stop we brought him back and let him have the run of the enclosed bathroom.  We did not have a hassel trying to get him back in the truck cab Friday.  All three of us are learning.

When we passed Winston-Salem we tooted the horn and waved to my sister's home.  She and all her family and their families had gone to Concord for her husband's family reunion that they have each year, and then,  all 12  (I think I counted correctly) of them headed farther west to cut down Christmas trees, as is their tradition. 

We arrived at a beautiful and sparsely used campground on the Johathan Creek in Waynesville.   We could see and hear the river from our camper and directly in front of us was an old, gnarled weeping willow with a few yellow leaves cascading from the branches.  Shagbark hickory, blackwalnut, river birch, and sycamore were some of the bare trees lining the brook that was rapidly flowing over rocks in it's bed.  Dan said he wished he had a fly rod with him.

We especially wanted to stop in Waynesville because Carol and Harold Williford live near there.  Back in the late 80's and early 90's for too short a number of years, they lived in Beaufort with their two boys, Mark and Jonathan.  Their daughter was in college then.  They cam and picked us up and we had a most delightful evening with delicious food and lively conversation.  We had not seen them in about 5 years but they are the kind of people you seem to thin you saw last week...you just continue your conversations as though no time has elapsed.  It is always good to see them and we keep trying to get them to come visit Beaufort again. Carol and I were in the choir when Ann Street began it's early service!

When we left to go back to the campground we found the temperature had dropped like a rock.  It was  COLD!

As you may have gathered, I have trouble spelling.  Sorry, but that's just the way it is and this site doesn't seem to have spell check.  I hope you can figure out my goofs.

Type at ya later and blessings to each of you,
We Three