The first day's drive from the Outer Banks is so much easier than it once was twenty years ago, and doubly so this year, probably because it was October and we weren't fighting the high season exodus out on Saturday.
Our destination was Mason Neck, VA, where my aunt and uncle live in a beautiful neighborhood at the end of a peninsula past Gunston Manner and Pohick state Park (once having arrived in the evening, and out on a walk to show off the area to Dan, we saw a Great Blue Heron a foot off the banks of the Potomac. . . and an angry flock of Canada Geese--no picture. sorry. but it was lovely).
But all trips are as much about the getting there as they are final destinations. And while half of the trip is burnt away on the plod of Interstate 95 North of Richmond, the first half of the trip is up the Outer Banks, through the humid early morning haze, then to Manteo for breakfast at Poor Richard's (every year, without fail), an hour of thin two lane stretch surrounded by the Dismal Swamp, then a jaunt past Suffolk of tiny country Virginia towns strung together by farm land and their love of boiled peanuts.
And because we were going through in October at harvest time, instead of growing season, we got to see soybeans in their gold-tinged readiness and cotton, cotton, cotton.
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