On the way home from Grafton, we stopped at another yard sale on Sand Ridge, at a little house that looks for all the world like a fairytale cottage. The people who bought it are from Arizona and said the former owner left all his stuff in there. I came away with a cute little shaker bottle with a red cap and a canning funnel. I have two, but you know how it is with this stuff--someone else always seems to need one.
When we stopped to pick up the trunk on the way home (they'd kept it for us so we didn't have to travel all the way across the state with the trunk in the back seat!) I found this pretty abalone and sterling silver pin for fifty cents.
And wonder of wonders, another blue bottle! Found this one in Grafton at a junk shop. It will hang on the bottle tree with the others as soon as I get a cork for it.
Traveling in West Virginia has many rewards: the people we meet along the way, the beautiful/interesting things we see, the little towns and old buildings, wildflowers...and the yard sales and junk shops! No trip is boring; the curvy roads alone will keep a driver on his/her toes. But all the other things? Oh yeah, way worth it.
And then there are those of us who love these curvy, twisting, unpredictable roads. They are in themselves one of our hidden treasures. Of course, if interstates are more your speed, then you might want to avoid roads like 119, 33, 21, 16, 20, 19, 72, 92, 3, 74, 21....and many more with no numbers to identify them, with names like Crummies Creek, Tater Knob, White Rose, Dark Hollow, Cider Run, Frozen Lick, or Joe's Run.
Got a favorite road name? What is it? I think mine is Flinderation Road. I can just imagine some old coot swearing, "Flinderation, woman, you're driving me outta my head!"