Bait Shop, Fried Chicken, and Sweet Potato Pie

Every so often we take a four hour ride to a town in Virginia for the weekend. You know you are not in DC anymore as soon as you turn off highway 66 to route 29. The scenery changes dramatically and it is so much less congested. Once there, we are entertained by smaller town routines. We would be heading out to some property along the James River, so along with that comes fishing and a camp fire. These aren't the kinds of activities we ever participated in so it's an education in every regard. Neither my husband nor I are outdoorsy people, except for walking in the concrete jungle every morning. So stopping by the bait shop was an interesting thing to do - especially when the fried chicken is sold in the same place. If you are more interested in oysters, or in need of gold fish or propane, it's also the place to go. Next stop was at the pie place - an establishment that is well known in the area and busy with usual customers. All the apple pies were already sold out, so we had to do with a sweet potato concoction. It wasn't bad, but the apple pie must be luscious. The whole experience is quite southern and charming - something DC is not. It reminds me more of the Midwestern way of life. People are just kinder, and nicer, and less jaded. It's always a nice visit when we go there, and makes me wonder about the important things in life.