North Carolina… nothing could be finer…

with my brother in Winston Salem, NC…

I came of age in North Carolina, so it is a very important location to me… I have two children, three grandchildren, a brother and his family, and some of my oldest friends situated throughout. It was North Carolina to where I drove two days cross-country to spend a week or so with friends and family… I’d been looking forward to this trip all summer and timed it to coincide with the beginning of school back in Iowa… I wanted to be away from that craziness, having just retired… bwahaha…

My first stop along the way was at my brother Brian’s house in the Greensboro, NC area. He’s about 10 years younger than I am, and a retired physician enjoying his life immensely. He loves traveling around the world…

I had great fun catching up with him, as well as with his wife Andrea and his daughter Maddy… We had a grand time at one of Brian’s favorite watering holes, The Wise Man Tavern, a craft beer distillery and entertainment space in Winston Salem, NC. The Tavern is built within an old downtown warehouse… Classic gentrification and renewal of an old mercantile district. It’s an excellent space and the weather was perfect for a late August weekend in the South!

I had the great good fortune to see the new grass band Gipsy Danger playing inspired covers of “bluegrass-rearranged rock songs, such as the Beatles “I Am The Walrus” or Fleetwood Mac’s “The Weight”… They get the house rockin’… and you know what? Tar Heels party way better than the folks do in the midwest… no doubt about it… Click just below the name of the band on their image to follow a link to a Dave Matthews cover…

Bourbon Cask Aged Brewski

The beer was killer too… I had a dark beer that’d been aged in a previously used bourbon distillery cask. Tasted great and went down smoothly which just a hint of bourbon flavoring… pretty high alcohol content; however, I only knocked down one…

After two days with my brother, I took off for Chapel Hill, NC, one of my absolute favorite places on earth… every time I’ve ever left Chapel Hill in the past, I’ve always wondered if it’s the last time I’ll get back, but somehow I manage to do so… I spent the afternoon and evening with an old frat brother, Ron Parks, an artist and long time musician who plays in multiple bands, as well as writing and recording his own songs. We drove to Cary, NC where one of his bands (The Doug Prescott Band) was playing at a local art festival.

Ron ripping out a solo on his vintage Strat…
Doug Prescott Band, with Ron on rhythm (left) and Mike (right) on lead…

In this particular band, Ron serves as rhythm player, but gets the opportunity to sing and rip out a solo lead on occasion. Most of the leads are played by Mike who rode along with us to Cary. I had great fun comparing notes on guitar playing and pedals with Mike. I shot a series photos of the band, post-processed them and loaded them up to my Zenfolio hosting site for the band to use. I you click on the image you can follow a link to the Zenfolio site.

Best of all, that night after Ron and I ate dinner in Carrboro, a twin town with Chapel Hill, we went back to his home and played guitar together into the night. Ron was way patient with me, adding fills while I played my repertoire of old country blues tunes. He played a Breedlove acoustic dread, while I plugged into my little Mustang travel amp and played my Taylor T3, semi-hollow bodied electric.

After spending the night at Ron’s, I tooled over to the Research Triangle Park in Durham, NC and spent a couple of days with another frat brother from days gone by… retired naval captain, Mike Schoedler. I had an excellent time catching up with “Sheds”… we took in a film one night and the next, Sheds cooked up a great batch of seafood gumbo and Ron came over for the final gathering of old TEP’s (Tau Epsilon Phi.)

me, Sheds and Ron…

I am incredibly grateful for the kindness shown to me by my brother, his family and my old frat brothers during my visit… on to Wilmington to see my daughter Sally and her family… perhaps my son Ben will find us too… and Nettie arrives Saturday!

Road Trip…

Highway 380 on the way to Cedar Rapids…

I’m a road warrior… I hate flying, but I’ll hop in the car without reservation to visit friends and family in the east or travel out west to the spaces in the U.S. that I love the best.

Besides a brief trip to Kansas City to visit Annette’s brother and to see the traveling “Hamilton” musical, I stayed home in Iowa for most of the summer. With the season approaching an end and my old university, where I recently worked, firing up classes next week I thought it would be a great time to get out of town and take a road trip.

This is my first “retirement” road trip and the plan is to visit my brother and his family, hang with two of my old frat brothers from my days at Carolina, and to wrap up with my daughter Sally’s family, including a brand new grandson… This would be a trip across country from Iowa to North Carolina, landing initially in the Greensboro area, then a trip to Chapel Hill, concluding in Wilmington on the coast.

According to AAA, the trip would be roughly 16 to 17 hours by car, so I chose Winchester, Kentucky as my 2/3 of the way point across the country. I like to do the heaviest lifting on the first day of a trip. I took a reservation at the Hampton Inn in Kentucky… my experience is you can travel almost anywhere in the U.S. on the interstate system, stay in Hampton Inns and eat at McDonald’s or Cracker Barrel… Not 5 Star travel but works for me…

So what’s it like driving half way across the country? Initially traveling through Iowa and then Illinois, it’s gently rolling terrain dominated by cornfields and the occasional soy bean plot. I thought late summer, the road traffic would be thinning, but no, I was wrong… still a lot of folks on the road…

You know you’re making progress when the Mississippi is crossed heading east out of Iowa into Illinois! Then its endless highway for hours and hours where the geography barely changes and the frequent nutcase driver flies by or someone else blocks traffic in the outside lane until you hit Kentucky where small rock outcroppings suggest that the Appalachian Mountain chain is not far off…

With about 650 miles done, the reward is a meal at the Cracker Barrel and a night at the Hampton Inn…

The second day of the trip is dominated by driving for hours through the mountains of Appalachia via Kentucky, West Virginia, Virginia and finally North Carolina. This particular day I spent much of it driving through pelting rain which made the mountain curves even more harrowing then usual…

Dropping down into North Carolina…

Finally after two days behind the wheel… NC feels like home, but it’s not… I came of age in NC but spent most of my life elsewhere… still feels like home, but it’s not really…