Here is a speed-worthy review of the last of my trip around parts of the mid-eastern/southern USA.

While in Pigeon Forge, we visited the Alcatraz East Museum. It's an assortment of crime related materials, well done! We've visited the original Alcatraz in California, and this was a good substitute for investigation into crime and punishment in the US.

Here I am trying out the town square stocks.


DH and his brother stood in a lineup. I could pick out my own 'criminal'.


We hopped over the mountains into North Carolina to Cherokee and visited a museum there. It was small and nicely set up. They could use a few more visitors so they could beef up some of their displays.


After leaving Smoky Mountain National Park, we meandered up the highway towards a small sliver of a road to White Sulphur Springs, WV. My fan-girl DIY TV show is Barnwood Builders. I thought the closest we could get was their retail store, where I bought my requisite t-shirt.


Much to my surprise, along the road to our next stop, we drove by their actual build lot. Of course I had to stop.




We headed towards Seneca Rocks, WV. If you don't know about the monument, it was a site of USA military training for mountain warfare for WWII. The National Park visitors center there is really well manned and well done. For such a small place and a short trip, I learned a lot. Now the cliffs are used for climbers.


Uh, yeah, he made my day again.


Our last stop was Gettysburg, PA. I've been to the park and town quite a few times. I've ancestors buried in the surrounding towns. My family came here early, real early, and fought for colonization before the revolution then into the revolution. I guess I could join the DAR but don't understand the reasoning behind being a member. While there, we visited Ike Eisenhower's farm. I had no clue it was there, and what an interesting side trip it was. If you're ever in that area, put it on your list. 


There was quite a bit of fluff in the house. Maime Eisenhower was given full reign to decorate. Everything was a rose-pink matching with creams and light green with lots of crystally-do-dads.




I think that's it! 
I hope you enjoyed the rest of my trip. By the time we got home, I swore I would never take another road trip again. Like childbirth, I've already forgotten the pain and am planning our next adventure.


Comments

  1. Excellent! I love how you find the fun, wherever you go. I am also amazed that in the dozen or more years that Charles and I lived in the Southern Tier of NY and visited his mom and brother down in Trenton, NJ, our "side trips" never took us to Gettysburg! Then again, Pennsylvania is a BIG state, geographically.

    Thanks for sharing!

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  2. Looks like you had a wonderful time. LOVE the pictures. And how interesting that your ancestors were part of the formation of the United States. So neat

    hugs
    barb
    1crazydog

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  3. You and DAR, me and NOW. I need a reason and purpose to join. NOW didn’t answer my inquiry about that (I was young, actually asked!).
    Thank you again for the vicarious adventures. Feeling the boredom of my life at the moment, DH scheduled for surgery Dec 4, so that’s got my worry level hyped. Like you, glad he’s still around to get on my nerves ❤️#marriedlife

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  4. I'm kind of forgetful/senile so the first parts of your trips are in the past for me and I like this part the best. I loved seeing you in the stocks and hubby in the lineup and the digger. LOL.

    My dad was kind of a Barnwood Builder. He torn down a huge old house and barn to build our tri-level cabin on the Ohio River.

    Who knew we trained for mountain warfare. Sounds like an absolutely gruesome type of warfare to me. I would have to go to war somewhere warm for beach warfare with lounge chairs and foofoo colorful fruity virgin drinks with umbrellas.

    I'm not sure if I would qualify for membership in the DAR but I rarely find the need to join anything as I tend to think any club is just a pod trying to lure in members to suck them dry physically, mentally, and financially. I once went to a meeting for my son's 8th grade graduation and ended up being harvested into decorating the event and then driving a bunch of unwashed boys home in my van which we could not get the smell out of for years. Someone must have dookied their underoos, weiner-basket, nut-hut, manhole-cover, junk-trunk back there. That was my last volunteer project. Now I have no problem telling everyone I already gave.

    I think I would like Maime. I love that chandelier and love rose pink. Looks like a silver tea service in the background too. I'm a John Bull tea drinker. Perfect for me! I could use some class!

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    1. You senile? Never! You've just had so much life. Nothing like driving a groups of sweaty youngsters. I get that joy every once in a while with soccer players.

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    2. Well, I look senile even if I'm not. I will envy you a lot of things but transporting sweaty soccer players is not one of them. I can't remember how many stinky grads we actually transported but it smelled like a stadium full. Never again.

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