Arriving home after a cotton-picking minute

Re-entering Virginia at an interstate rest stop. — Re-entering Virginia

After a night in Greer, we made it home, but not before a quick stop at one of the several cotton fields we were passing along the way.

We pulled over and picked a couple of balls of cotton off of the plants alongside the road. We had never seen cotton growing before. It was so soft, and very drugstore cotton ball-like. It seems like it’s late in the year, and yet we passed several fields that had yet to be harvested.

Having added to our life experiences, we arrived home and finished off our trip, logging exactly 3000 km. It was great to ride the Blue Ridge Parkway, Tail of the Dragon and other roads, to visit friends from yesteryear and to just get away for a little road trip. It’s the first of several we have planned over the next year.