Gunning Up the Highway

The Captain arrived some 3 weeks before his motley crew to spend quality time with the other woman, as you would expect.  Despite such preparations and tinkering, the chores remained unfinished so GS and BW were, once recovered from jet lag (it’s about 20 hours all together sitting in 3 planes), flat out. Aside from all those chores the evil Cap’n was saving for us, we managed to shop for and stow some 5 trolley loads of food for the BIG trip.  WJ3 could now be described as a floating supermarket.  At least we do float.

"So", said BW, "you said there'd be surf... disappointed!!"

We managed one day off to visit Virginia Beach where BW collected two surfboards, a king kong sized fishing rod and various surf brand clothing items.  Surf itself though, was a rare commodity.  More modestly, GS managed a $70 sewing machine from Walmart – in the name of finishing the saloon curtains, of course!  And she did….

Anyone wondering about our post title, will be pleased to know that General Puller Highway runs straight through Deltaville.  The only way in.  The only way out….  Lt Gen “Chesty” Puller is the most decorated US Marine and he settled in nearby Saluda.  Our GPS, Karen, (in her Australian guise) stumbles rather badly over some street names, much to our amusement.  The General probably turns in his grave every time we take Karen out for a spin about town.