Virginia - Day 6

The rains let up so we took the opportunity to find a Trader Joe’s and stock up -- after stopping at Micky D’s for an egg sandwich. No yellow arches here, simple architecture and lots of windows, and a steady stream of customers. All three cash registers were operating and the drive-up window line snaked around the building.

The Trader Joe’s Two-Buck-Chuck wine is $3.49 / bottle, but it’s still a good deal. It’s fun to watch the clerk react when I roll up to the register and casually order 10 cases of wine. That order had to be repeated between clerks three times, as if in disbelief. I can’t think we’re the only ones who order in cases vs. bottles. Other staffers remarked about coming to our place for the party. Great fun. Other chats about hurricanes (they needed the rain and were grateful) and travel.

Then back to the motor-home and rearrange all the underneath compartments to make room. Ah, the challenges of RV living in a rolling wine cellar.

Tomorrow promises to be another fun day. We start early (8:00) for the classic northern Virginia Fox hunt – courtesy of Kathy and Gary – followed by a buffet lunch. No, I don’t think we’ll be having fox.

In the afternoon, Jay and Carla are driving out from their home in Alexandria to see first-hand the wonders of RV living; the experience enhanced by a bottle of Moet-Chandon White Star champagne, the favorite of all four of us. Then off to one of Leesburg’s finest restaurants – The Lightfoot. We hear it’s situated in an old bank building. Should be fun; hopefully, delicious.

Then Monday we head south. Our plan is to camp just west of Williamsburg, VA. Margaret has an appointment on Thursday. So, will take Tuesday and Wednesday to visit Williamsburg, possibly Virginia Beach as well. Friday we will head south and hope to be home by Sunday (October 4). Wonder if our house repairs will be finished? All they had to do was paint two rooms. We are ever hopeful.

As we were heading out this morning, the local cows (Greenville Farm) were dining by the roadside so we stopped for this photo op. A couple backed away from the trough, others ignored the interruption, and a couple looked up to assess the danger.

While we were having dinner this evening, the owner / farmer decided to start shooting. We could never figure out what he was shooting at (or why). He was too far away to see what he was using, but it was not a hand-gun, and the barrel was pointing in the air. I hope it was a small-gauge shotgun and he was shooting at crows or the ilk. The area is too congested for him to be shooting a rifle, the projectile of which can carry a long way.