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James River Bridge

Rocky Hock Campground

Water Street, Edenton, NC

Albemarle Sound

Roanoke River Lighthouse, 1886

Antebellum Charm,Overlooking Albemarle Sound

Cupola House, 1768

Pomegranate


October 2, 2012

Rocky Hock, North Carolina? Where, you say? Well, take a right at the Great Dismal Swamp, head west to the Chowan River and arrive at Rocky Hock Campground. Actually, we are about 8 miles north of Edenton, North Carolina. More about that town later.

We left Chesapeake this morning and headed south on U.S. 17. We crossed the York River at Yorktown and the impressive James River near Hampton Roads, VA. The weather was cloudy and a little rainy. We planned to take VA 32 through Suffolk, VA but had to turn around before getting to downtown because of a bridge weight limit. Next time, we’ll pay attention to the new Rand McNally GPS that has bridge height and weight limits programmed in. Once we got around Suffolk, though, we headed South on Rt. 32 which crosses into North Carolina. Along the way, Rt. 32 parallels the boundaries of the Great Dismal Swamp National Wildlife Refuge that straddles the border between Virginia and North Carolina. I wanted to stop but we didn’t, at least not today. Saw our first cotton fields in full “bloom” – looked like snow.

Arrived at Rocky Hock Campground around 1:00 p.m.. Let me say this….I could barely understand the “English” these folks speak but they couldn’t have been nicer. We have a nice big site right on a large pond and there are only about 5 other campers here. We haven’t really seen any people, just the trailers. We have 50 amp. service, water and sewer which is just great because it is really hot and humid. There is an airplane grass landing strip across the pond and a nine hole, par 3 golf course here as well. Apparently, on the weekend, David’s Red Barn, also on the property, hosts quite a shindig with a band. Unfortunately, we won’t be sticking around that long but, seriously, it would be incredibly interesting to mingle with the locals here.

The owners also operate a “dirt” supply business. Then, there was “Daddy”, the elderly patriarch of the family that owns the campground. The first thing he did was hand us a postcard with an advertisement for the local Baptist church. Then, we shot the breeze with him and he invited us to pick some of his muscadine grapes. We haven’t done that yet, though.

Drove to Edenton, North Carolina, about 8 miles south of Rocky Hock. (Rocky Hock is simply an intersection – couldn’t find a town. ) Edenton, though, is the epitome of fading southern gentility. It is located on Albemarle Sound and the town itself, with its old but beautiful homes, looks as though time has passed it by. The quiet of its waterfront streets and downtown businesses were mute testament to what was at one time the first capital of North Carolina. There are many restored homes and the ubiquitous Sears store. Albemarle Sound was the scene of an important naval battle in the Civil War and the town’s monument is to the Confederate Dead. Loved the town but its faded glory was a little sad. Still, I could live there; especially in one of the magnificent Victorian homes along the water.

Having lots of problems with our satellite dish. Very frustrating. But an incredibly quiet evening. Utter silence except for the hum of the gnats and Bob’s snoring.

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