Mount Airy, North Carolina
Yesterday we were about to leave to explore Charleston with a list of places that were surprising to us open on a Monday.
The weather forecast wasn't promising. The predication was high winds and up to 8 inches of rain from the storm, Colin. I know we've been very lucky with the weather, but you can just stretch that luck so far.
We were surrounded by trees and the coach was already in mud. Bill looked at me and said, "I'm not comfortable here". That's all I need to hear, so I went and put the satellite down and the slides in. It was light sprinkles when we pulled out around 10.
Bill drove in light sprinkles most of the day. Most of the time the roads weren't even wet, but the storm was chasing us. Just north of Charlotte the rain quit.
I know I say we don't drive in the rain, don't take the interstates, and don't drive more than 200 miles. I guess you could say I ate a lot of my words.
The one thing we haven't had was good southern fried chicken that we were both craving. The only place we knew where to get it was in Mt. Airy. No problem we'll just drive to Mt. Airy. It was about 3:30 when we arrived. OK, I just took another bite of my words. We didn't arrive by our "rule" of in no later than 2 pm.
As soon as we were unhitched, we rode into town. I was surprised that our favorite place Prime Sirloin didn't have any cars in the parking lot. I was even more surprised when I saw a for sale sign. They can't be closed, all I was thinking about all day was there fried chicken.
Now where are we going to get some southern fried chicken?