Sandy and I needed some things at WalMart, water for one. With the hurricane watches getting more insistent, I decided it would be better to do that here rather than in the Outer Banks, just in case. We also got two camp chairs. These were more bulky that our other ones because, being labeled "Big & Tall", they were larger, stronger and padded. We topped the visit off with some Sargiento cheese and nut snacks.
Out west, the WalMart gas stations are branded Murphy. This was the first actual WalMart gas station I could remember. We paid $2.319 per gallon, the best price I have since the beginning of the month.
I was surprised to see a gas station named Wawa with a goose on the sign. The town of Wawa in Ontario means "wild goose" in the local Ojibway Indian dialect. It turned out that there was an unincorporated community in Greater Philadelphia named Wawa because of flocks of geese found there. Why they new Ojibway was a mystery to me. The east coast Wawa chain includes gas, convenience stores and retail food.
US 17 had some very nice tunnels of trees. The forests had a completely different feel from those yesterday in Pennsylvania, which again feel different from ours back home.
Bob stopped on the main street of Tappahannock, Virginia. It was quiet on this Sunday morning and we got out to explore the oldest town in Essex County. Apparently Captain John Smith landed here in 1608, operating from the newly founded Jamestown colony, but was driven away by the local natives. Still, settlement started in 1682 and the includes a number of historic buildings. We walked down the main street to the river and back.
After a bathroom break and snack stop at another Sheetz, we continued southeast. We crossed the York River at Yorktown and then traffic got busier as we approached Newport News and Hampton. Linda had wondered whether it would be better to take the bridge over the James River, or the tunnel. She really did not want to go under the river and the very long bridge worked out quite well.
We stopped in Chesapeake and went a ways off the highway to find a McDonald's for lunch. I relented and had a triple hamburger (two patties from my double and one more from Sandy's). The demographic here seemed to be almost exclusively African-American but with a distinct middle class feel.
Fed again, we continued south and crossed into North Carolina on State Road 168. This took us all the way down a peninsula to Point Harbor, where a long bridge took us over to the Outer Banks (aka OBX). From there, we wound our way north on the narrow spit of land/sand, using the only road through Nags Head and Duck to Corolla.
We pulled into the driveway about one minute before the 4:00 PM check in time. Denise, the organizer and a friend of Linda and Bob's, was already there and greeted us warmly. There was an elevator in the house which we used to get our luggage up to the 3rd floor. Our king bedroom was very nice and the en suite had a large walk-in shower. We started meeting new folks but name tags would have helped.
A few of us struggled to get the various TV's working. Eventually someone, Donnie I think, changed the HDMI cables on the big TV to a different plug and that was in business. Bob and I sorted out the one in the kitchen. The one in our bedroom worked right from the start.
They said that Hurricane Maria may get closer than they thought this morning. But they really don't know for sure, so we were not worried. Stay tuned for further adventures. Sandy and I turned in early as has been our habit lately.
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