Sunday, June 10
Typical lazy Sunday after we met the kids for church…
Monday, June 11
Two highlights of the day…1. Mike came out to join us for supper. 2. After Mike left, we took a walk around the campgrounds where we met a lawyer who is writing a book and a solution to the decline and collapse of public schools. Now, that in itself is not a highlight; but after he told us he was a lawyer, he said his epitaph will be “He Lies Still.” Now how’s that for words to be remembered by!
Tuesday, June 12
Rod had called on Sunday to visit with Jim and we invited them over for lunch today. We didn’t
know whether they’d be free to make the trip, but they were, which pleased us greatly.Sometime around 10, they arrived and the visiting began and continued through lunch and after. Of course, no one is exempt from my picture session
so they couldn’t leave until I drug out the camera once again to document their visit.After the Kunkel’s left, Jim and I decided a nap was in order. That continued until we were
awakened to an afternoon storm.Rest of the day was a definite lazy one filled with even more rain storms.
Wednesday June 13
When I talked to my sister Carol the other day, she informed me that she and Cal found our journal boring…she was tired of water, bridges, and etc. At first, I was lost for words, but then she explained that we
were in the RACING capital and not one photo had we sent of the raceway…well…Carol and Cal, just for you we journeyed over to the Richmond International Raceway and found it very visitor unfriendly! So…the best I could do was shoot 
photos with my hand and camera through a chain link fence. I certainly hope you appreciate our efforts…we spent a fortune in gas just going from entry to entry trying to get some decent shots. And, each entry was just as locked as the one before! That 
place is huge and some of the parking lots are about a mile away from the raceway…they offer shuttles to transport race enthusiasts over to the actual site.While we were endeavoring to take these photos, we received a call from Dale, the guy who was delivering our motorcycle cargo trailer. His meeting didn’t take nearly as long as he thought it would, and he wanted to go on and bring it to us. So…we headed back to the campsite to await the delivery. Wow!
We had forgotten how pretty the cargo trailer looked. Now, we can hardly wait to get home so we can use it! It even came with the cooler 
you see inside and the bracket to mount it on the tongue of the trailer. Looks pretty roomy, don’t you think?Dale even threw in a book he has written and published called, Motorcycle Journeys Through the Appalachians. I can feel an extended trip in the future!
Next on the agenda was to meet Mike and Kelly for a Cuban lunch at a place called Kuba Kuba in the heart of the fan district of Richmond.
(If you look at a Richmond map, you will see a section
of it is designed just like an unfolded fan.)A walk inside this unique restaurant fills the senses with an overload of sights, sounds, and smells. However, none of them are
offensive in any way. Thesounds one hears are not the usual customer chatter, but the sputtering and sizzling of the food being cooked in the open kitchen area.
Not knowing what to order, Jim and I once again had to seek advice from Mike and Kelly. Once that was taken care of Jim and I wandered around the small restaurant looking at the different food items and reading
the plaques on the front walls which explained the history of this small place. It was once a small neighborhood pharmacy that the residents depended on…in fact, they marched the streets protesting its closing. But, this act of defiance did no good and the building quick
ly became a coffee shop that didn’t last long at all. Then in 1999 it became Kuba Kuba and has prospered and been acclaimed as the best Cuban restaurant in Richmond!Once our browsing was completed, we returned to the table to document the occasion with…yes…you guessed it…more photos! No adventure can occur without this rite.
Then the meal was served and even then, we decided that such a meal (mine pork…Jim’s chicken) deserved its own moment of fame.
There was so much food to eat, that we wound up having to get carry-out containers to bring the rest home.
All too quickly, it was time for the kids to get back to work and for Jim and I to go home and get the cargo trailer on the car trailer.Jim & Barbara
“Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.” …George Eliot (sent to us by our son-in-law, Ryan)
