As we were preparing to leave Front Royal, Virginia, Carson called and said that the subject of his morning’s photo shoot had postponed. He offered to take us to breakfast before we hit the road. We went to a local place and enjoyed a couple more hours together.
We then headed south toward Charlottesville, Virginia. We had a nice drive through the Virginia countryside before making our way to Thomas Jefferson’s home, Monticello, just outside Charlottesville. In the late afternoon we bought tickets for a tour of the house. In contrast to the small group tour we took at Fallingwater, we were in with about 20 others on this 45-minute tour. It was very interesting to get a view into the life of the early American Renaissance man. We intended to go into Charlottesville and drive around, since we had been told that it is a lovely old southern city. However, it was near dark and we needed to make progress toward our next destination, Columbia, South Carolina.
We headed on down the road. More rain was falling and we got tired around Lynchburg, Virginia. Unless we have planned on a specific place to stay for the night, I usually will start searching for possibilities on my iPhone. Supposedly, Lynchburg had a city park with RV parking spaces. In short, we found ourselves in what was a scary-looking neighborhood to us, or as I started repeating – “Bad town! Bars on windows! Bad town!” I don’t think they have worked all the bugs out of those online maps and directions yet. Out of there we flew to find some other free place to park. Once again we settled on a Wal-Mart parking lot. Noisy but well lit.
We then headed south toward Charlottesville, Virginia. We had a nice drive through the Virginia countryside before making our way to Thomas Jefferson’s home, Monticello, just outside Charlottesville. In the late afternoon we bought tickets for a tour of the house. In contrast to the small group tour we took at Fallingwater, we were in with about 20 others on this 45-minute tour. It was very interesting to get a view into the life of the early American Renaissance man. We intended to go into Charlottesville and drive around, since we had been told that it is a lovely old southern city. However, it was near dark and we needed to make progress toward our next destination, Columbia, South Carolina.
We headed on down the road. More rain was falling and we got tired around Lynchburg, Virginia. Unless we have planned on a specific place to stay for the night, I usually will start searching for possibilities on my iPhone. Supposedly, Lynchburg had a city park with RV parking spaces. In short, we found ourselves in what was a scary-looking neighborhood to us, or as I started repeating – “Bad town! Bars on windows! Bad town!” I don’t think they have worked all the bugs out of those online maps and directions yet. Out of there we flew to find some other free place to park. Once again we settled on a Wal-Mart parking lot. Noisy but well lit.
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