Hello, everyone. I'm back. Mr. Hawthorne and I took a quick road trip to a friend's 50th birthday party in Greensboro, then he dropped me off in Danville to see Mama Hawthorne and my dear friend Maxine, and he went on to see his family in Bassett.
We finally got to Greensboro, after passing 4 accidents within a half mile stretch right outside town during a little cloud burst. When passing this building, Mr. Hawthorne wondered why they would even need a parking lot. I had no answer for him since I've never understood why they have Braille on ATM machines.
After our morning coffee, Maxine took me down to the old train station next to the Dan River where they've made a wonderful walking trail.
Here's the view downstream.
Lucky me! How exciting!. An Amtrak train goes by.
Years ago, my brother used to put in his canoe somewhere around here and paddle down to Daddy's farm, maybe 10-12 miles downstream. I always wanted to go with him, but was never allowed to since I was just a girl. Sniff. Sniff.
I had no idea this trail was here. Apparently it's quite popular with the locals, since we met a lot of families biking, roller blading, walking, and fishing.