travel


Rather than think of myself as an unemployed bum who’s sponging off the good graces of friends, I’d like to think I’m a writer who is experiencing life and telling stories that will make people smile, think, or be entertained for years to come. Unfortunately that job doesn’t pay well. But until a paycheck does come along, I’ll be bringing you the continuing adventures of a girl on the road.

Next stop, North Carolina. In particular, the Outer Banks. I am fortunate enough to have a wonderful friend, Wendy, who invited me to spend the week with her awesome family in a big nice house in Corolla. It was tough, believe me, to decide whether or not to go to the beach that had soft sand, cool breezes, and a warm ocean, or to hang out by the pool next to the house then later soak in the hot tub while Wendy makes us pina coladas. Seriously, I hate having to make decisions when I’m on vacation.

The trip down was fun and once I crossed into Carolina was peppered with some in-your-face marketing by the local farmer’s markets who were trying to outdo each other. First was the Powell market with their farmer guy signs. Then came the Morris market with their tractors lining the road. Finally there was the Grandy market. Grandy’s had the most juicy, wonderful peaches I’ve ever tasted.

Along the way, I kept seeing signs that said NO OLF. I was intrigued until I looked it up and found out it meant North Carolinians Opposing the Outlying Landing Field. I’m sure it’s an important issue but let’s be honest, I know you would much rather read the interviews I conducted with the new little friends I made in the OBX than read about NO OLF. These kids are all part of Wendy’s family and each one was really cute and lots of fun. Someday I’m sure they’ll turn out to be superstars, lawyers, card sharks, or engineers. So here they are.

Dawn: What’s your favorite thing about the Outer Banks?

Natalie, age 10: I like going to the beach and going into the ocean and boogie boarding.

Kirsten, age 10: I like going on walks and looking at sea shells. I collect smooth ones and clearish rocks and store them in a baggy that used to be my hair stuff bag.

Katie, age 6: (After her father told her not to say “watch TV”, she responded), I like jumping waves and going out really far. According to Kirsten, she likes to sing on the toilet (but I guess I wasn’t supposed to share that).

Logan, age 9: I like to go out far where the sharks are. I also like digging in the sand and going to the pool.

Kyle, age 8: I like to make domino trails. I made one with 136 dominoes and Logan and I made one with 227—on two stories.

Dawn: What’s been your all-time favorite thing you’ve ever done in the Outer Banks?

Natalie: We made t-shirts with carrots. (Clarification for those who are in the state of saying, huh? The t-shirts were painted using carrots as paint brushes.)

Kirsten: Going to the lighthouse was the funnest thing I’ve ever done.

Katie: Playing in the Newcomb tournament.

Logan: We went crabbing and I caught a six inch crab and gave it to someone who had a bucket.

Kyle: I liked swimming in the pool when it was raining because you can get wet when you’re out of the pool, and I love to swim.

Dawn: Tell me something interesting about yourself. What makes you special?

Natalie: I can fake burps by swallowing air and letting it out.

Kirsten: I’m a ballet dancer and was in four shows in dance theatre PA. (Detop.)

Katie: I’m a really good softball player. I play random positions but like second.

Logan: I can do ear farts.

Kyle: I’m a baseball pitcher. Our team won the championships the last two years. I’m also really good at swimming and video games.

Natalie and Katie are from a town called Perkasie, which according to the Web site is Bucks County’s hidden gem. Natalie tells me it has an airport and while on recess she watches people skydiving. Kirsten and Kyle are from a town called Plumsteadville. I’m not making this up people. I used to hang out at a place called the Plumstead Inn in Media, PA, with my friend Andy Bumstead, but I digress. I looked it up and there’s a Web site that has the Plumsteadville news. The topic of one of the discussion threads was “Purse found at Doylestown shopping centre.” Logan is from Newark, DE, home of the fighting Blue Hens.

But back to North Carolina. I love the OBX. Among other things, it’s home to where the Wright brothers took their first flight and also to a great little eatery called the Tortugas’ Lie. Wendy and I had a yummy lunch there. She got a beer called “Skinny Dip” and I got a drink that came with a plastic shark. Thanks for the fun folks—now it’s on to Michigan!

I wanted to write a bit about Pennsylvania as part of the travel portion of this show (blog). I’ll mainly cover the southeastern part of the state since that is where I grew up and really the only part of the state I care about. It’s also the prettiest and host to the best town around—the city of brotherly love—Philly.

Pennsylvania is home to peoples that descended from the Scots Irish, Germans, and Dutch (for the most part). Nowadays we just call everyone hard working, loyal, down-to-earth good people. That is except when their sport’s team is losing in which case you should just quickly leave the stadium. The Amish live in nearby Lancaster County and I’m not sure if they are Eagles fans or not.

Chester County is where I grew up and it borders Delaware County. The town I grew up in is called Chadds Ford (surrounded by Kennett Square, Unionville, and West Chester). The best part about Chadds Ford is a local eating establishment called Hanks Place. It’s a small diner where local artist, Andrew Wyeth, used to hang out. I actually saw him in there once. We got excited one year when it looked like Hank was expanding. It turned out he just added a covered walkway to the front door so you wouldn’t get wet while waiting for a table.

The countryside is beautiful and full of back roads that would make any teenager’s parent think twice about handing over the keys—although for some reason mine didn’t have a problem with it. We were surrounded by farms—the dairy and horse variety. There were also a lot of mushroom houses. Yup, Kennett Square is the mushroom capital of the world folks.

Along with the winding roads and one lane bridges, you had to get used to the smells. On my way home last weekend I knew I was getting close when that ol’ familiar smell—what was it again…oh yeah, manure—hit me. In high school when the wind was blowing west, the dairy farm down road made running sprints during lacrosse practice a challenge.

And I can’t do a post about Pennsylvania without mentioning the animals. Deer, fox, dogs, you name it will jump out at you. Although it’s happening a lot here in Virginia as well. My neighbor told me yesterday a deer almost ran her over as she was walking—yes walking—back from the metro station.

Don’t let the smells or animals scare you. There are lots of great things to do in the area and here are a few.

  • Longwood Gardens—these famous botanical gardens are a must-see. Beautiful flowers, plants, and trees (especially with the lights at Christmas) dot the landscape.
  • Brandywine Battle Field—this is an historical battlefield where the British kicked our butts before the boys headed on over to Valley Forge. We may have lost the battle, but…
  • Brandywine River Museum—see the wonderful works of art from painters such as Andrew Wyeth.
  • Chadds Ford Winery—I can’t vouch for the wine but hey, we used to have a ski area in Chadds Ford so who knows what these crazy Pennsylvanians are capable of?
  • QVC Studio tour—tell my friend Mike I sent you.

Here are some photos I took near my parent’s house.

I’ve been waiting awhile to explain the photo that makes up the banner of this blog and now is the perfect time. The photo was taken at the 2008 Horton Bay Fourth of July parade. It happens to be one of the best parades in America and is somewhat famous throughout the great state of Michigan.

Every year, citizens from near and far participate in this unique parade. It has a different theme each year, and a grandstand (sort of a tree fort really) for the parade officials. Thousands of people from miles away line the road to watch—there’s even a trolley car that takes people from the parade route to their cars. Last year my friend Amy and I went and I’ve included some photos from the parade.

What makes this so interesting—aside from the wit displayed by participants—is that Horton Bay is a town the size of a postage stamp. It has two or three houses, a church, and a general store. Don’t blink or you’ll miss it. It barely registers on my GPS. But, it’s not without its history. Hemmingway had a house on Walloon Lake (the same lake that I visit almost every summer and will blog about later this month when I’m up there) and he often spent time with the fellas in the Horton Bay General Store which is located just over the hill from the lake.

So Happy Fourth of July. I’ve come to hear that this special parade is going into hibernation this year. It’s tough to put on this parade and they need volunteers and participants—but no politicians or commercial advertisers—so help out and offer your services!

Photos:

Amy was caught standing too long in the road taking pictures and was given a ticket by a “parade official.”

hb tickethb ticket 2

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Parade participants from 2008. 

 

The ending of the parade is noted by the “fat lady singing” or in the case of the Horton Bay parade, some guy dressed up as a fat lady pretending to sing.

 fat lady sings

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