Saturday, November 21, 2015

11/21/15 Pass Christian to home.

I bid a fond farewell to the beach at Pass Christian and set my sights on home.  I had thought about staying another day but the forecast was for gale force winds and heavy rain. I didn't think I could beat all the weather but decided to try. It started to rain when I passed the FL Welcome Center.

As I approached Crestview it really started coming down and I was hungry so I pulled into Cracker Barrel. I figured if it kept pouring so hard I could just stay there although I was hoping not to do that.  I sat there for almost 2 hours until it let up enough to try to continue. There were some more moments of heavy rain but not enough to force me to stop again. I got home in the dark, which I hate, but it's no so bad as the last few miles are familiar.  

Friday, November 20, 2015

11/20/15 Pass Christian

It was a pretty sucky drive from Cameron to Pass Christian. I woke up surrounded by trucks belonging to all the fly fishermen.  I had enough room to get out easily......until one last goober shoehorned in alongside. Sigh......  I was able to get out though it was a struggle.

So I got on the ferry and as I was pulling on to the boat a crewman jumped in front and waved me to turn right. So I did. And promptly hit a corner of the ramp. Thanks, jackass.Well, in retrospect, it might now have been 100% his fault, I think either the boat or ramp may have shifted. It was a pretty half-assed operation with the loading ramp attached to a sunken barge.  Anyway, when I got parked the guy said, "Oh it's ok, you didn't break anything!" I was skeptical as I had heard metal scraping.  Looking at the side however, I didn't see any real damage. The carpet was torn off the step and there was a bit of broken plastic next to it. So I thought the step took the brunt of it. I would turn out to be wrong, but I didn't find that out for another 2 weeks.  I was pissed, but happy it wasn't worse. The step wasn't damaged, it still worked fine.  So off I continued eastbound. It was all familiar territory, shit road through Baton Rouge and New Orleans. Finally I arrived at the payoff, Pass Christian MS. I headed immediately to the restaurant and enjoyed the best shrimp po boy ever.

There's one beach parking lot that allows overnight parking. One night only. It's small and you're not really allowed to take up more than one spot.  The last spot is bigger so I could angle into it. I could have done a litle better but there was no one there so I took the lazy way out. (I also didn't really want anyone parking right next to me like everyone wants to do.)  I enjoyed a quiet  night, except for 2 or 3 cars pulling in at 3am and having a little powwow. I wasn't thrilled about that but no one approached me.

Sunday, October 25, 2015

Electrical miseries....

Well, I guess I can be accused of being a Pollyanna most of the time, not posting the downfalls of being on the road. But now I'm finally weary of the little niggling things, and I'm going to vent . About a month ago in Bisti, when I was there for the lunar eclipse, I had a minor solar disaster. Well, actually it was pretty major.  As I was packing up to leave in the morning some people pulled up next to me and I got distracted. That's really no excuse, but it explains what happened next. As I was driving out on the crappy washboard road I hit a pretty deep hole and heard a weird noise. I stopped and got out to see what the deal was. Well, at some point in the half-mile I had driven, the solar panels came off the rack and were dragging behind me by their wires. $700 worth of panels pretty much destroyed in an instant, leaving me headed for two weeks of dry camping in Albuquerque for the balloon fiesta without solar. I couldn't believe it. I wanted to cry. I think that perhaps I only secured one bungee cord. Or maybe I did both, one has come loose before. But on a normal road with the lightweight panels it was not an issue. It only happened once and I was more careful to make sure it clicked around the ladder after that. But on this day I think I was distracted and only put on one cord. Which could not hold on the miserable road.

, Well, I couldn't live without solar for two weeks, so I ordered a Renogy  100 W panel from Amazon and had it overnighted to Albuquerque. 100 W is not much but it's better than nothing. When I got to Albuquerque and parked and set everything up, I was astounded to find that the abused plastic panels were still putting out a couple amps each. It was enough to make the time in Albuquerque livable.  

Another issue I had been dealing with was the fact that my batteries had boiled over while they were plugged in while I was gone. That has been a problem with those batteries since I got them, and I wasn't sure if it was the battery or the charger. Either way it was a giant pain to deal with. After Albuquerque, in a Sam's Club parking lot in Santa Fe, Barb and I worked on the batteries for an hour and put almost a half a gallon of distilled water in them. It turned out to be the kiss of death. While they had been operating with a very low electrolyte level, diluting the acid made them no longer hold a charge.I messed with it for a few days, hoping they would resurrect themselves, but it was to no avail. So I went to Gallup and got two new group 27 deep cycle batteries. It was quite the debacle getting them installed but I don't have the heart to go into that now. I'll just say, watch the guy wiring them like a hawk.

With new batteries, I thought my troubles were over. Two days after the batteries were in I looked at the charger in the morning, and it was showing 0 Amps. It was overcast, but I still should see something. Even .2 amp. But it was showing zero. After much cursing and some quality time with the multimeter, I determined that the solar charge controller was simply not supplying any power to the battery. Nothing I did would make it work. I took the temperature probe out, I disconnected it from the battery and let it sit for a day (which worked when this happened once before), nothing worked.  I was at the end of my rope at that point. Now, here I am with $850 worth of solar panels on the back of my rig and I'm running my damn generator for hours every day. And if you know me, you know what I think about generators.  Well, since this was the second RioRand controller that I had had fail, obviously I wasn't going with that brand again. I ordered a MorningStar controller and had it sent to Page. To the address of the UPS store I found on a UPS locations page. Later that night looking at Google maps I discovered the UPS store that I had sent my charger to had gone out of business several years ago. It turns out that wasn't an official page.  Awesome! I sent a panicked email to UPS, and to my astonishment they immediately rerouted my package to a real pick up location in Page. The controller is sitting there and I will pick it up tomorrow. I have to say, I am about out of patience with this electrical bullshit. And if this doesn't work I don't know what I'm gonna do, because running the generator every single day is not an option. And neither is living without lights, charged camera batteries, or all the other little electric things I rely on. 

So, I've spent the day in kind of a funk. I've got myself all worked up that this charger isn't going to work and I'm just going to throw in the towel. It doesn't help that the site at Lone Rock Beach, while it has a beautiful view, is like Grand Central Station. I am so tired of people driving back-and-forth at 45 miles an hour. Hopefully once the weekend is over, it will calm down a bit.

Saturday, October 17, 2015

10/15-17/15 Cochiti Lake and Kasha-Katuwe

My little nook in the RV with my Dine sand painting from Four Corners and my Zuni fetishes.

I spent an afternoon messing around with rock painting. First I did a balloon.

Next I did a petroglyph sheep.

My first site at Cochiti was nice, but the giant fence made me feel like I was in prison.  I moved down and was much happier.

We visited Kasha Katuwe on the way out and it was wonderful as usual.

Moki steps. People actually used these to climb vertical canyon walls.

Wednesday, October 14, 2015

Santa Fe 10/13-15/15

After leaving Madrid we took a little ride through Cerillos. We loved Madrid so much we were hoping for some more. Nope. It was almost a ghost town. We stopped at the visitor's center for Los Cerillos State Park hoping for some info but the ranger there had little interest in talking. We ended up on a dead end street and had to back out. It's times like that where I'm glad I didn't choose to drag a car behind me as that would have meant I would have had to unhitch the car, move it, back the rig out, pull the car up, re-hitch, and then leave. I was already mad about the GPS screwup, my head would have probably exploded if I had to go through all that too.  Thankfully Barb is also good at backing up her trailer.

We ended up parking in the Sam's Club parking lot in Santa Fe. Barb helped me add half a gallon of water to my batteries. I crossed my fingers and hoped for the best. We caught a bus into Old Town Santa Fe the next morning. I have to say, we were both underwhelmed. It didn't have the charm of Old Town Albuquerque and the galleries were antiseptic and killer expensive.  It didn't help that they were filming some series in the square, which made it unpleasant to walk around. I don't recall the name...Graves or something. The suits/sunglasses of the two guys I saw looked like a Men in Black remake. I'll pass.  Also, one of the other things I was really looking forward to was the Georgia O'Keefe museum. It turned out to be a huge disappointment. I would say less than 10% of the works in the museum were O'Keefe's. And none were her iconic bone and flower images that I so loved.  Worst of all, most of the stuff there was from her contemporaries, many of whom were doing cubism and other abstract work. It made for a presentation without any real flow or coherence.  I actually went back to the front desk to see if we had somehow missed a floor or even a room where the actual O'Keefe works were. But we hadn't. They did offer to sell me a ticket to another museum where they said there were more O'Keefe's.  I passed.

Miraculous staircase

I think this dog was approx $3,000.

This was the best thing in the Georgia O'Keefe museum. It's a good thing they had this homage to her and her work because there was little to be found in the museum.

At the brewpub

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

10/13/15 Madrid NM

Folk Instrument shop....was never open while we were there.

Sculpture Garden

Sheep sculpture garden

Boondocking right outside Madrid NM

Monday, October 12, 2015

9/29/15-10/12/15 Albuquerque Balloon Fiesta

Wow, what an event!!  It was life-changing, and I'm not exaggerating when I say that. I crewed every single day, which meant the alarm going off at 4:30am every morning. I never intended to crew every day, but it was just so much fun that I couldn't stay away.  I got to the Fiesta a few days early as that's what most Boomers do, the Fiesta didn't start till the 2nd. However, we did go out training with our pilot on 10/1.  The first few days were just disgustingly hot. I ended up running the gen a few times for A/C. It cooled off a bit as the week went on, which was very welcome.  Here's a link to some of the photos I took:

ABQ Balloon Fiesta

But just in case you can't be bothered to click, here's my favorite.

And this is me in the basket on my first flight. Photo by Barb Brady.

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Brookings to Crescent City

I was still unsure what route I was taking, but either way, I had to head south to Crescent City. I went through that Agriculture checkpoint which pisses me off.......California gets BILLIONS of containers from all over the world loaded with all sort of pests and they feel the need to harass motorists and take their oranges. Which probably came in to LA on one of those containers. Stupid.

I decided to take the road through the Redwoods to Grant's Pass.  Well, I changed my mind on that one quickly. After 4 harrowing miles of crazy curves, drop offs, and bicyclists everywhere I said screw that and started looking for a place to turn around. A scenic route isn't actually scenic when you're white knuckled and eyes glued to the road.

I had a backup spot in mind for the night, I had read reviews of Elk Valley Casino and that it was scenic with elk wandering through the parking lot. Well....I didn't see any elk. And little scenery.  But I was not in the mood to go searching for somewhere else so I went in and registered with the guard. He told me to park in the gravel lot off to the side and I was good for 2 nights. I told him I'd only need one. I was starving and headed over to the restaurant.  I did a quick u-turn when I saw it wasn't completely closed off from the smoky casino and decided to go for a ride. I headed to the oceanfront and had some dinner at the Fishermen's Restaurant. It was pretty good. I wandered around a bit, saw a cool folk art place but it was closed. Headed back to the casino and had a quiet night.

Thursday, September 24, 2015

Gold Beach to Brookings

It was another quiet and peaceful evening. I woke up to a bright, sunshiney day.........and a rocking boat, I mean RV. It was WINDY!!!!  I was getting blasted by dirt from the piles near the entrance and fled over to the other side of the river.

It was still windy but I wasn't getting sandblasted. The wind was blowing OUT to was wild to watch the waves come in and get the tops blown off. It was mesmerizing, but the constant buffeting and rocking got on my nerves after a while. I went down to the Visitor Center, which was kind of sheltered.....not sheltered enough. I didn't really want to drive in that wind as blowing out to sea equals blow you off the cliffs. I finally hit the end of my rope and bailed late, around 6pm. I was at the point where getting blown off a cliff didn't sound that bad. Amazingly, about 10 miles down the road, it was calm. I rolled into Brookings in the twilight and was not thrilled about trying to find some boondocking spot in the dark. I saw a Fred Meyer, and thought, "Well, it can't hurt to ask...." I went in and asked to park overnight and they said no problem.  What a relief! They weren't listed in the guides I use and normally I'd just pass it up. Glad I didn't. When I was walking to the store I had seen a sign at the top of the street saying "Tap Room". After I did my shopping and moved the rig to the spot they asked me to, I did a beeline up there. It turned out to be the Chetco Brewing Co, and they had super nice folks, and fabulous beer.  I'm STILL kicking myself for not getting a growler of the Unity Pale Ale. That was one of the best beers I've ever had.

Gold Beach Day 2

I spent an uneventful night illegally parked on the threshhold of the RV park.  No one bothered me but I woke up around 6:30-7:00 and moved to Jerry's parking lot.  I took another nap and awoke to find the fog was still pretty thick. I just wasn't in the mood for the boat ride.  I wandered down the road a bit and came to what I knew would be a gorgeous beach if it wasn't socked in solid. I still went for a walk and enjoyed the cool fog.

 I didn't want to keep driving as I hadn't seen anything south of Gold Beach before and wasn't going to today! I had dinner at the was just ok but redeemed themselves when they served me about a pound of fabulous coconut cake for dessert.  I headed across the river to the place I'd boondocked last time. It was pretty deserted, though the same van was in the same place down in one of the hollows. As I was parked there sitting in the driver's seat enjoying the sunset, this goober pulls up and parks right across my nose a few feet away, Since there was like 800' of vacant shoreline, I thought it was an asshole move.

He finally left and I read for a while, then hit the sack.

Saturday, September 12, 2015

Waldport to Gold Beach

It was another foggy day so I didn't do too many stops. That stretch of 101 south of Yachats is pretty harrowing.  I was starving but kept passing up restaurants hoping to stop at abandon Face Rock Creamery. Well, I never saw it.  :-(  I finally stopped in Port Orford at the Crazy Norwegian. It sucked. :-( Gluey chowder and soggy, oily fish. :-(  What a disappointment.  I walked around a bit and enjoyed the fabulous view.  I headed off to Gold Beach after about an hour's relaxing.  I stopped at Jerry Rogue Jets first as I was thinking of doing a tour. I wasn't sure as it's long and expensive and I wasn't sure I was up for it. I moved the rv over to a nice waterfront spot across the street from an rv park. I discovered I could get their wifi, so it became a 3 episode Longmire marathon.  :-)   By the time I was done, it was dark and really foggy.. I had planned to move across the river for the night as Gold Beach has an anti-rv parking ordinance. I really didn't feel like it though. Since there were no no-parking signs, I figured I'd risk it, especially since I planned to be up early to decide if I was doing a river trip.  

Astoria to Waldport.

I got up fairly early and walked back to the sea lions. I must have been there for an hour.  Highly entertaining.  I headed south and enjoyed the usual pretty drive down 101. I sent a message to my friends in Waldport saying I'd be in their vicinity and they kindly invited me for dinner. I didn't stop too many places until I got to Bay City and Pacific Oysters.  I've wanted to eat there for a while and was finally able to find a parking space.  The food was fantastic, I had a nice chowder and a shrimp burger. It was cool to watch the oyster shuckers as well.  Next stop was Depoe Bay. I walked around for a while but the stores were not as cool as I remembered.  I realized I needed to get going if I was going to make dinner before 6:30 and set off.  I was flying along Alsea Hwy, and made it by 6:05. I had a nice dinner and a pleasant night in the Wilson's driveway. And got to watch Longmire. :-) So far, I'm not liking it as much....I hope later eps are better. 

The return trip

I left Tacoma somewhat later than I'd hoped, and it took forever to get propane. Like a fool, I stopped at a Chevron station that had a propane tank out front that I passed on the way to Uhaul. Like a bigger fool, I didn't ask the price first. $4.99 per gallon!!!  It was $2.10 at Uhaul. Unreal. I had planned to do I-5 south to Portland, then cut over to the coast at Lincoln City and spend the night at the Casino there. Unfortunately I hit Portland at 4pm and traffic was backed up for miles.  Since there's little I hate more, I turned west and headed to Astoria. I parked at the Safeway and inquired whether it was still ok to park overnight. They said it was ok, stipulating that I had to park in one of the 6 rv spaces and that if they were full I could not stay. Also, they reiterated that it was one night only.  It's a shame when people abuse the privilege, as has happened here, to the point where the business is teetering on the edge of forbidding it.  

As soon as I got out of the vehicle I could hear (and smell) the hundreds of sea lions hauled out all over the docks.  I set off toward the Rogue Public House, which took me past them. I watched for a while, they're pretty entertaining.  I finally got to the Rogue and ordered my standard dinner, smoked salmon chowder and albacore fish and chips. I asked to substitute a salad for the fries, which was an extra $2. The soup & entree arrived at the same time. The chowder looked odd, and when I took a taste I saw why.  It was full of black beans!!  Who put beans in chowder? I guess they do now.  Never did before. I was also unimpressed that they just dumped the salad in the basket with the fish.....fried food is never improved by contact with wet/cold salad.  Also, my fork poked holes in the paper liner, resulting in a dressing spill on the table.  When I finally saw the waitress again. I told her I wasn't sure if I got the right soup as there were beans in it.  She replied, "Oh, yes, we put beans in our chowder though it's not mentioned on the menu." Kind of a glaring omission! I told her I didn't want it and she took it off the check without asking if I wanted anything else to replace it. The fish was fabulous as usual. When I was done she brought the check when she came to clear the plates so I figured that was a sign that I didn't REALLY want desert and another beer. :-(. All in all, a disappointing experience.  I headed back to the rig and enjoyed another beer there, then laid down and fell asleep pretty quickly. The sea lion noise was not bothersome, in fact, as I began to drift off the sound seemed to morph into something like voices in a crowded room and even singing. It was really peaceful. 

Monday, June 29, 2015

Catching Up

Yes, it's true. I suck at blogging. I am going to make an effort to try to keep up with it from now on and to go back and fill in some of the blanks with photos as I get a chance.  I am now happily cruising the Oregon coast. Where the pace is moderate, the chowder excellent, and the temperature perfect. 

Friday morning I woke at craters of the moon national monument in Idaho, and realize that at 8 AM it was already too hot to hike or do any sightseeing.  Looking at the forecast, it looked like for the next for five days almost all of the northwest would be unbearable, except for a small strip of pleasant temperatures along the Oregon coast. I decided that if I was going to be trapped in a small air condition box for a couple days, that it would be moving, and set off on a bonsai run for the Oregon coast.

The day got off to a miserable start as I turned on the tire pressure monitor and saw that the right outside rear was critically low, at 20 pounds below what I wanted.  A couple others were a few pounds low as well. So I dragged out the compressor, hooked it up, turned it on, and was greeted by a muted pop and no compression.  It appeared to be a blown fuse, but I had no spares. I shook my head and decided to get air at the nearest gas station, about 20 miles down the road. 

(Have I mentioned recently how much I've grown to hate my iPhone? The more I use it the more I hate it.  And trying to do this blog using it is pure torture.)

I turned west out of the park and set off on route 20. Unfortunately not far down the road I hit construction. After a 12 minute wait, pilot car finally showed up to guide us through the construction.  As we trundled along at 35 mph, a dump truck came flying opposite direction spraying gravel everywhere. Including a chunk that put a giant crack in my windshield.  If anyone knows anyone at Snake River Construction, tell them I said they only on windshield. I got a phone number, but I am sure I will get nothing from them. And Geico does not offer glass coverage on RVs. Awesome.

After all of that, I rolled into the first gas station. No air. And that theme continued for the next hundred miles. At that point, I decided Boise was my best bet. I made it there and picked up some fuses.  I managed to get air into the low tire, but I couldn't do the others as it was just too hot. The tire sensor said 131° at the pavement.  I have some friends in the area and I thought about trying to get in touch with them, but after such a miserable day I knew I would not be good company.  I continued West, crossing into Oregon and driving through some really desert terrain. It took me by surprise.

As the miles rolled along, I begin to think I might make Portland Oregon. But after the sunset I knew that wasn't going to happen as I was still 60 miles away. I saw a sign for Koburg Beach rest area – no trucks, and I thought that sounded pretty promising. When I got off the highway though I was not so thrilled. There were some sketchy characters in the lot, and it was signed no overnight parking though the sketchy folk looked like they were set up for the night.  I sat there for about an hour, and I realized I was not going to be able to sleep there. So I threw in the towel, got back in the driver seat and headed west.  I didn't go far, as as soon as I started driving I realized I was too tired to keep going. I saw a sign for Cascade Locks business district and I decided what the heck, let's see if there somewhere I can park. I got off the highway, and as I approached downtown, there was parking along both sides of the main drag alongside the road. I pulled over in front of an 18 wheeler and called it good.  I folded in the mirrors just in case, and then had to reposition as the curb was walking the step from opening.  There was noise from the cars passing by, but it wasn't horrible. There were also a couple of trains.  I don't think I fell asleep until 3 AM. It was a combination of overtiredness, stress, and it just being too damn hot to comfortably sleep.  I woke up around 8 AM, profoundly grateful that no one bothered me. I had been afraid of the cops knocking on the door, but it didn't happen.  I got some coffee and some ridiculously overpriced smoke fish from a street side stand, and looked at the weather forecast for the day. 103 for the high. No, I don't think so.

I had originally planned to head for Newport Oregon. But I kind of rethought the idea and headed for Astoria.  I knew I liked it there, and I thought sightseeing along 101 would be a lot easier headed south due to all the pullouts being on the right.  

After the Garman took me on a little detour through Washington, I got back on the road to Astoria. Along the way I got some ridiculously overpriced gas, and a growler full of kombucha.  5 miles from Astoria traffic ground to a halt. We crept along at 2 to 5 mph for a good long time. I was at the end of my rope.  I turned in at Rogue Ales and found a place to park near an apartment building.  I had dinner and some beer, which was excellent. I think I could have probably spent the night where I was, but it was still too hot.

I called Fort Stevens State Park and found out they still had sites available, so I headed there.  After a little snafu at registration, where they put me in a host site that had a host in it, I parked and plugged in for a little while.  My site was right next door to the bathroom and showers, which would normally be a good thing. But there was some youth group there with like 200 kids, and they all kept cutting right through my campsite, in some cases between my chair and my door, and it was driving me mad.  I told a couple not to do it and maybe the word spread. I also heard a couple adult yelling at them. But it was still aggravating.  

Around 7 PM I unplugged and went to dinner at Dooger's Seafood. I am on a mission to find the best chowder on the Oregon coast. So far, I have been somewhat underwhelmed.  After dinner I went to the beach watch the sunset at the wreck of the Peter Iredale. It was incredible. And I was embarrassed to say, with the wind whipping off the waves, I was cold. ;-) 

I headed back to my site and debated about a fire for a bit, but decided it was too much effort. I fell asleep early and slept like the dead.

Monday, May 11, 2015

Westward (well, first Northward) Ho!

I left Florida on Thursday afternoon, 5/7, after an oil change. I headed north, mulling whether or not I would visit Dismals Canyon in AL and Crater of Diamonds State Park in AR. I drove till sundown as I knew it would be too hot to sleep otherwise.  I ended up in Walmart in Clanton Alabama. This Walmart had the nicest produce I think I had ever seen so I stocked up. It was a cool, quiet and uneventful night, except for the freight train that blasted off a horn that sounded like it was right outside the window. For all I know, it might have been.

I woke up reasonably early for me on Friday the 8th. I looked at the Roadtrippers app and saw a train museum called the Heart of Dixie Museum about 20 mi up the road. I headed there and it was very nice. It seems like more of a weekends-only place though. A gal in the gift shop had to unlock the museum and escort me through, which was a bit of a buzzkill. I wandered around the trains for a while, but was beginning to melt, so I had to leave. I'm just not acclimated to 80's & 80% humidity, and I burn to a crisp. Looking at the forecast for Crater of Diamonds had me cross it off the list for just that reason. I am not up for digging in a field in the sun in 90 deg weather. It just would not be enjoyable.

I got back on the road, and somehow screwed up the GPS. I had planned to turn northwest at Montgomery and possibly stop at Dismals Canyon, then on through Memphis and up that way. When I was a fair piece north of Montgomery and seeing signs for Nashville, I realized I had made an error. However, I saw that continuing on the present course would take me through the Kentucky Lakes area, which I had enjoyed last time, so I carried on. Unfortunately, just like last time, I hit Nashville at rush hour. Unlike last time, it was horrendous and took well over an hour to get through. Sigh.....  I stopped for the night at a Cracker Barrel in Cadiz KY, having put about 350 miles in.

Monday, April 13, 2015

Highlights of Charleston

After the closing on the house in Virginia was done, I headed to my friend's house in Charleston SC and parked there for a few weeks.  It's such a photogenic are a couple highlights.

Buck Hall WMA

Buck Hall WMA

Buck Hall WMA

Lacey checking out the rig.

Edisto Island road

Chestnut Orchard on Edisto

Edisto Beach

Edisto Beach

Edisto Beach

Edisto Beach

Edisto Beach

Edisto Beach

Edisto Beach

Edisto Beach

Edisto Beach

Edisto Beach


McClellanville-Deer Head Oak. 1000 years old

McClellanville-Deer Head Oak. 1000 years old

Hampton Plantation

Hampton Plantation

Hampton Plantation