The upshot was that we had to (a) move, and (b) we had to go down to the gatehouse and give the park dudes a piece of our mind for double-booking us but they were happy college kids & we all ended up laughing about Donald Trump---one of the kids actually pinched up his face like Trumpster---like the butt end of beagle and it was the Trumpster, incarnate. The kid should be in show biz!
We weren't angry any more and we found an even better spot, set up, and up walks a woman and her husband. I'm thinking, "Surely to God this, too, ain't someone else's spot." Turns out they're Australian; he's a noted poet & she was as witty as Mel Brooks, & we rapped for an hour. Every two years they come to America, buy a Honda Gold Wing---the premo touring motorcycle---attach their tent to the rear of the bike, and tour our great country.. Been to all the states except Indiana and R.I. We exchanged emails and we're gonna hook up again---maybe even down under. So, as mighty FATE would have it, being kicked out of our 1st camping spot allowed us to meet Karen and Joseph Flynn. Ain't fate a hoot?
Today, the drive over here on highway 220 between Roanoke and Millboro, Va, where Douthat State Pk. is, was one of the most beautiful drives I've ever been on here in America. And I've been on a good number. Hardwood covered medium mountains in every direction--clean, prosperous little farms, hay on the rolling-hill meadows, a black Angus steer here-and-there. It was a story book setting. Must come back when the leaves have turned.
Later.....
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