Frank,
I thought it was a great topic as well. So, since only one other person responded to your question, I'll add a little more.
I like to drive while on vacation and not by highway. Every year I'll pull out my trusty Rand McNally and plot my course via back roads. My selected routes are according to which discount coupon I can use to which hotel, if there is a point of interest nearby or a scenic route along the way. One year I decided I was going to find the town in Maine where they filmed the tv show "Murder, She Wrote" starring Angela Lansbury.
From Atlanta I traveled north into Tennessee and checked out Ruby Falls (falls inside of a cave). Then it was on up into the Carolina's with a brief stop at this huge mansion owned by the Vanderbilts called Biltmore House. I've been there before around the Christmas Holidays and also when the leaves turned colors- now that was a gorgeous site! Soon thereafter, I turned east then followed the coast up around Cape Hatteras. Checked out the local Lighthouses, saw where the Wright Bros. flew their plane at Kitty Hawk, and visited the island where horses ran wild. Tales of pirates and sunken ships are thick as theives in that area! A little further up the coast, in Virginia I absolutely HAD to go to this place called Williamsburg (part history, part amusement) where I mingled among the like of George Washington and Thomas Jefferson. Cool place. Takes you back 200 yrs or more. I breezed through our nations' capitol, snapped off a couple of pics and kept going. Somewhere I hopped on a ferry along Delaware Bay and landed in New Jersey. I didn't think much of Atlantic City nor Virginia Beach where a Navy base is stationed. Too many tatoo parlors! I don't like their beaches either. (I know I said Maine, but it took a while to get there- lol).
In Boston I saw where Paula Revere made his midnight ride and somewhere I viewed the House of Seven Gables and the Salem witch house, Plymouth Rock, and the Mayflower. In Philadelphia I touched the Liberty Bell and had such a rush over that, only to be upstaged by visiting the gravesite of Benjamin Franklin. I forgot to mention breezing thru the Big Apple. Connecticut showed me the birthplace of Mark Twain. Vermont I visited a maple syrup factory and in New Hampshire a marble pit. Finally I arrive in Maine and no one knows where the tv show was filmed (or they weren't saying). I stopped into a couple of maritime museums, saw Kennebunkport where an ex-president resides and once again dared to dip my toes into Canada where I got stopped by customs- US Customs! They had me pop my trunk, open the glove compartment, empty a bag of trash so they could examine it and asked all kinds of questions. What an adventure- I may never go to Canada again! (LOL) Well, hope I didn't bore you too much. Next time I'll tell you about my trip into the Kentucky and seeing the Olympic torch being passed as they headed to Atlanta back in 1996. Until then . . .
Mary Ann
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