Pull thru #65
OK, it's not someone's birthday number but the last three days in hours. I've had people ask if we were OK because I hadn't blogged in a while. Just having too much fun.
Bill woke up Sunday morning with a rash. He was miserable for about an hour.
The evening before he wasn't feeling a 100% so he didn't want to go to the campground dinner. I didn't want him to infect anyone if he was coming down with something. I was going to go, but got tied up on the telephone and then it was too late.
An hour after the rash appeared, it disappeared and he felt fine.
He finally personalized the back of our rig with a Mountaineer.
For those of you that don't know, Bill's alma mater is West Virginia University and of course the mascot is a Mountaineer. Do you wonder why we own a Montana Mountaineer? If you are following one with the Mountaineer emblem, it's the Mains'.
Since he was into decals, I handed him the Montana Owners Club decal and he added it to the back.
Bill has known, Smitty about 70 years.
Two years ago, when we did the Bourbon Trail in Kentucky, we bought a bottle of Makers Mark 46. Ron always liked the Wild Turkey Honey Bourbon and we told him, we found one he'd like better. Bill told him he was saving the bottle for when they were together.
They both wanted a lot of photos of this moment.
Finally, the toast came.
We took a break for a late lunch at the Prime Sirloin. We all agreed this was the best place to eat in town. It's not a chain just a locally owned restaurant. It was $7.50 a senior for your drinks, and buffet complete with desserts and a fresh bakery. Our waitress was great and she has worked there for 20 years. Everything is made fresh. The fried chicken was to die for. We waddled out a few hours later. Bill and I both were reminded that in this part of the country you must specify unsweetened tea.
I won't say we sat outside all day, but we finally moved to the shade of the shelter and stayed there until dark. It's amazing, that we talk on the phone regularly, but still were never lost for words.
We resumed this morning the same way.
We decided to go visit the winery that we passed yesterday before we went for lunch. We took the northern route to town so they could get a photo of these cars.
The Old North State Winery had a Tuesday special. If we bought a bottle of wine, and had it uncorked, it was 50% off. It was exceptional wine and we walked away with a bottle of Afternoon Delight and Fish Hippe, uncorked.
We passed the Amish Market where they were holding a farmers market on the side of the general store.
After we purchased some vegetables we went in to check out the store.
Aisles and aisles of candy at very reasonable prices.
Smitty found a glider that he said was perfect for his porch. No one in the store could find out the price of it. It had a unique cup holder that folded out of the way.
Of course, this stool attracted Bill's attention.
Where do you want to go for lunch?
Why, back to the Prime Sirloin. While our waitress wasn't as good as yesterday, the food was just as good with some other items added. One of those was excellent fish and pork.
We all dived into the chicken first to make sure we have plenty of room for it.
When we returned to the campground, we saw Sherry and Dave's fifth wheel. They were surprised to see us, but we weren't surprised to see them.
They came down and joined us for a while, but we'd been so busy, we were ready to call it a day and went inside. Ron and Gay said their "see ya's" and left headed for Parkersburg, West Virginia. At our age, we don't use the term, "good by."