After we left Virginia, we spent a few days working our way towards warmness. We spent two nights on the Outer Banks of NC, walking the ground at Kill Devil Hills where Orville and Wilbur Wright flew the first powered flight, and learning about the Lost Colony on Roanoke Island where we stayed. We all wrote down our theories on the provided cards in the Visitor Center. Aaron's may have involved Kaiju and a Tardis.
Then it was on to South Carolina for one night and Georgia for the next. We met the infamous John, part of which is seen in the picture below. He walked over with his coffee mug and talked non-stop while Aaron tried to set up the RV. He offered advice and criticism in a constant stream, which I thought was hilarious from the safety of inside. As you can imagine, Aaron was less than thrilled.
While we were in the area, we spent a day in St. Augustine, touring a Castillo from the 1600's and swimming in the Atlantic Ocean. I say "we" but I did no swimming. I sat shivering on the shore in my long-sleeves and blue jeans while Aaron and the kids cavorted in the waves. It was cold (upper 60's) and very, very foggy, so we didn't think about sun screen, but since they kids spent several hours outside they were like little steamed shrimp when we got back to the trailer. Lesson learned.