1106 July 21, 2024 Claytor Lake State Park

We were up early. I took one last walk along Gores Mill Road. I will be really happy to walk someplace new tomorrow morning. I did almost three miles and when I got back home, Tim had already fired up the coach and he was getting ready to roll. Kyle and Wade came out to say goodbye…bittersweet…

We are on our way to Atlanta. We decided to take the long way there and avoid driving on 95S. Instead, we took 70 to 340 through Harpers Ferry and then 81, south into Virginia. This is a much more pleasant drive; prettier and much less intense. Since it was Sunday, the traffic was lighter and there were far fewer trucks. Tim drove just over 300 miles today.

We stopped for the night at Claytor Lake State Park, south of Roanoke.

We packed a picnic dinner and rode our bikes down to the lake. It was spitting rain but we were in a nice pavilion. We watched three generations of men fishing in the lake. The little boy was probably 4 years old. His dad and granddad took turns casting for him. The boy immediately reeled his line in, often catching his hook on the rocky bottom. His dad caught a tiny fish. He cast it out again and let the boy bring it in. The child was so happy…such joy!