Trip to Martinsville Virginia

This was to be the beginning of “The Middle of America Tour”, a journey that was going to take around the interior states. We had hoped to zig-zag around and visit several states that we have yet to visit. Unfortunately I injured my shoulder in April and it is not healing on its own. I have an appointment with an orthopedic surgeon in June but I know my rotator cuff is torn. Until then we still want to get away from all the motorcycle noise during black bike week so we are keeping the launch of the trip which is a 300 mile run up to Millie’s hometown of Martinsville Virginia.

We stopped for two nights at the Thousand Trails campground on the way to Martinsville; no special reason other than it’s free to me with my membership. 

We camped at Indian Heritage RV Park and had made arrangements for the use of a meeting room for a small family gathering. The room was a garage that had been freshly cleaned and painted; it was perfect for our informal picnic get together. We had our motorhome parked next door to the garage with full hookups, we couldn’t have been happier with the arrangement; the staff at Indian Heritage is to be commended. 

 

Besides the family picnic we had some work to do. Millie’s daughter has had a Honda 50 motorcycle and a 1957 Dodge truck stored at her uncle’s house for about ten years. The truck had been her fathers and she kept it all these years for sentimental reasons but it was time to let it go. I removed a few items like the ram hood ornament which we will take to her and the truck was disposed of.

We brought the Honda back to Myrtle Beach and have it in our storage locker. The plan is that at some point in time it will be rejuvenated and Rae Anne will ride it around Los Alamos. She’s rather busy with two toddlers right now so I don’t know when that will be.

While in the area we spent one afternoon looking for an old family cemetery. We didn’t find it and we later heard that the landowner made everyone remove the graves a long time ago.

We drove straight home from Martinsville, it’s about a five hour trip for us. The bikers had mostly left Myrtle Beach and it was quiet again or I should say as quiet as our city is going to be.