Heading out (when the gates were unlocked!) we continued southwest through North Carolina, and to our delight, there was a sign for Pottery Highway, and yes, we turned!
We learned the North Carolina clay is known for its properties to become fine pottery, and on this road are dozens of local potters and their showrooms (and museums of pottery hundreds of years old).
Yes, some beautiful new pieces are wrapped and stored and coming home in the trailer!
T
Then there are the people and animal stories. ‘Wait’, Daniel, the potter, said, ‘don’t go in the show room until I check if the goat is there. ‘ OK, no goat in the showroom. Safe to shop. We met the goat, all the dogs (a breed we’d never heard of called a ‘feist’ , a terrier sort of dog with huge ears.) and the cat, all laying on the front porch.
Yes, Ma'am, that little log cabin is the showroom.
We met Willie, the ten-week-old pup, and the mother and grandmother dogs, both of whom were nursing him. Apparently Grandmother hadn’t had her doggie Prozac that day, as she attacked Anna, going right for her underbelly, the moment we let Anna out of the car.
Anna’s had some rough interactions in the south. I’m just sayin’.
Back to Willie.......Despite the confusing mothering, and goodness knows, the fathering of this pup, it only had one head and four legs, and charmed Leslie out of her mind!
I couldn’t put other pictures of the goat on here, though she was darling. She had terribly overgrown and uncared for hooves, which were causing leg deformities, and there wasn’t much sense of care about this among the human units, though they appeared to have affection for her. I couldn’t look at the pictures,and deleted them.
Our camp that night was at Mt. Morrow State Park, still in North Carolina., beautiful, forested, and secluded campsites. The locked gates here at 8pm (No, the N.C. legislature did not change their policies, despite my recommendations) didn’t bother us , as our only evening activity was a bowl of soup, some time by the campfire, and a good night’s sleep.
There was a movie in the 80's? 90's? called The Endless Summer, about surfers surfing their way around the world, following the season. Well, we're on The Endless Autumn" version of this, now about to begin our third month of autumn around the U.S. And loving it!
Our next stop, in Anderson, South Carolina, was one of those serendipity ones, not on the original calendar. At Sarah and Jeff’s wedding, Ed and Renee (the bride's aunt and uncle) , said, ‘oh, come visit us sometime!’ Careful what you wish for, eh? Next thing you know, we’re calling them, what do you think about a visit, we say, because we can drive that route, and yes, they meant it, and lucky us, next thing you know we’re having dinner with them and their daughter Lauren and fiance Scofield.
Very fun! Hours, I mean hours, of conversation about just about everything, children, family, marriage, religion, work. We about covered it all. You had to pry us away to move on! Thank you, Ed and Renee, for such a warm welcome and great evening and morning together! Till next time...........
Hwy 6 West keeps drawing us homeward..........
Next stop, somewhere in Arkansas......
And now we have taken another step into electronic 'geekdom'. This has been written
in Martin Dies Jr. State Park, in the piney woods of east Texas, connected to our own Verizon 'wifi' hotspot, on Leslie's phone, in the middle of the campground. We HAVE gone to the dark side...........
RJ
Oh my goodness! That was the sweetest little puppy! I think it was meant for you, Leslie! I can certainly see how you were taken with him!
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