11-Sep-1999 -- We were going to hit three confluences
that weekend, but I learned a major rule of vacationing: never plan
too many things to do (or maybe: go ahead and plan, but don't worry
to much about completing the plan).
All the same, we hit the first and only confluence of the
weekend in record time, getting to Corinth (a much smaller
town slightly North of the confluence). We were on our way
to the Outer Banks, and only had to divert our course a few
miles north.
We parked the RV (yeah, we were going in style) in a church
parking lot, and got out to get our bearings, and give the
GPS a better view of the sky. A nice woman at the church
asked if we needed directions, and didn't understand why
we found that quite so funny.
We trudged about a kilometer back down NC 58, a hundred
meters or so into a field (avoiding the areas where the
crop was growing), got to within 40 meters of where the GPS said
we should be, and called it good.
The other two we planned for that weekend ended up postponed
until later. We'll get to them when the rest of the water
drains out of eastern North Carolina.