October 12, 2012
In Transit Waynesburg, PA to Culpeper, VA
This morning in Waynesburg the temperature is a “Mild” 42 degrees, compared to yesterday morning in Anderson, IN, that’s a welcomed improvement. We are about 270 miles out from our destination. The forecast high for the day is 54 degrees and it won’t get warmer because of a very thick and wide spread overcast.
We keep increasing in altitude and as we do the temperatures continue to decrease. I noticed an elevation sign that read 2880 feet and checked the temperature, it was now 39 degrees. That makes the wind chill 24 degrees. I am involuntarily shaking a little and Marguerite informs me that “She’s not having fun at the moment.” Thankfully we are over the top of mountain and now heading down the eastern side. I keep checking the temperature as we descend, and we can feel it without looking. It’s amazing how much just a three or four degree rise reduces the
Just a few minutes later another gentleman came in. He’s a very large man, six foot four or five, probably two hundred and forty pounds, a well proportioned fellow. In the waist band of his Wrangler Jeans he is carrying what looks like a nine millimeter pistol of some sort, possibly a Bretta. As we are leaving the restaurant there is an older gentleman sitting by the door and he is also wearing a pistol on his hip. It’s in a clip holster attached to the belt on his trousers.
We know we are just barely in the state of West Virginia and both joke that this would be a bad neighborhood for armed robbers or terrorists.
Back on the Wing and heading south on 522. There’s a little nausea getting through
Winchester, according to the map there was supposed to be a bypass but we never saw it. Instead, we followed the 522 signs right through town and it took a lot longer that we would have liked. The good news is the temperature has come up all the way to 57, the bad news is the wind has also picked up again and it’s cold.
We roll into Culpeper at 4PM and find the motel without much trouble at all. Our hosts are good to their word and as soon as we tell the motel clerk our last name, we are given a nice room. We unload, unpack and weight for our Harrier buddies to come back from an air show practice at the airport. It’s a great time to warm up with a nice long hot shower, and catch up on the blog entires.
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