Day 4
I got up at 5:30 to see Matt off to work. He and Cate are a great couple, and I’m a proud dad. I’ll be *seeing them again at the end of the month when cb1 and I go down for Memorial Day and Prairie Home Companion. But that’s a different TR.
We packed up, JA left a can of syrup, and we were off. We started out on Wellington St, which turns out to be about 15 miles long, and by the end we knew not where we were. Took a right and found Dumphries St, which also comes from Manassas. Suddenly, we were back with the world.
We went on to Culpeper, as planned, and stopped at a local gas station auto repair where the 75 year old woman behind the register told us the food was good at the local café behind the used car lot across the street. After riding by it twice without seeing it, I went out the back end of the mall parking lot and there it was. It turned out to be a good thing. A family owned affair with a good vege. omelet, bacon and a home-made biscuit (actually 2), cut in half and grilled, with home-made apple butter.
Now, fully gorged and stuffed, we waddled outside to the poor undernourished steel steeds and roared off into historic Culpeper.
Does anyone know what a wareroom is?
Dig the Wahooptie Taxi!
Then, off to the West, headed to the Blue Ridge Parkway. I took a few shots along the way.
Thought this was a nice prairie style/farm house combo.
There were a bunch of churches, but none others like this.
The all american windmill
Riding into spring
A piece of the Blue Ridge.
Barbecued gas anyone?
We're here!
We rode to Peaks of Otter, where we stopped for lunch. This a highly recommended place to stay if anyone is ever on the BRP looking for accommodations. It’s at milepost 86 on the BRP in Bedford VA. Nice view from the hotel dining room. The food is good. Not great, but good. No TV, no Phone, or cell, No Wifi. It’s almost like camping out!
The Building, with Sharp Top Mountain behind.
The dining room view
The boys
We needed gas, so we rode the 5 miles down to Bedford, got gas, and came back up. We then rode another hundred miles to Meadows of Dan.
We stopped at the Floyd County (not country, that's another place) Store, but it was closed. Seems the older woman who ran it had back problems and couldn't stand all day to run it anymore. All this according to the guy walking by with his dogs, who probably just wanted to know what the hell we were doing.
JA says the outhouse still works though.
At Meadows of Dan, we found an honest to god fleabag motel. The Blue Ridge Motel. I didn't dare take a picture - didn't want to scare anyone.
This is not a place I would want to take cb1.
It’s not moldy or anything, but it’s got a pretty heavy duty chemical disinfectant smell. Kind of like super pine scent or something. The desk boy called momma to see if there was a room with a roll away bed. Momma said #7, and wanted $70.00 plus tax. After he hung up, JVD talked Baby Huey out of the tax and we got the room for the $70. 00. It’s only worth it because we split it three ways. We had to pay him in cash to get this “deal”.
Momma also owns the only restaurant in town, a buffet joint that was worse than the motel, if that's possible. The ceiling was thick with old brown smoke,and the buffet was laden with unidentifiable items. We ordered from the menu and fared no better than the buffet.
