Day Four - Charleston at Last

Virginia is a welcome change from West Virginia. Not that West Virginia, is not beautiful country, but with the rugged mountains, winding roads and the forestation, it is hard to get full appreciation for its beauty from the highway. To fully view and appreciate all that it has to offer, I believe that you would need to canoe its rivers and streams and hike over its mountain trails.

It would appear to be hard, for the average person, to make a living in West Virginia. The fact that (at least in the area I passed through) motor homes outnumbered conventional housing by more than a two to one margin, would appear to a attest to a lower standard of living. In addition, one only needs view the topography and keep an open-eye, to realize that agriculturally you can, . . . forget it, there just - "ain't much corn in West Virginia."

Virginia in contrast to West Virginia, has low rolling hills and open vistas that render its beauty more apparent than its sister to the north, and traveling through the countryside was pure motorcycle pleasure.

After departing Virginia, little time was lost in passing through the beautiful North Carolina countryside and getting to Charleston, South Carolina.

At last, I arrived in Charleston at about 6:30 PM, found a campground, pitched tent, showered, had dinner and called it a night; looking forward to spending tomorrow, discovering Charleston and Fort Sumpter.