We're from the country!

I love small towns. I grew up in a small town.
The first week in North Carolina, I traveled through teeny tiny towns that popped up between beautiful green hills, fields with cows and bison and horses grazing along a pond's bank, train tracks and old bridges sagging over lazy rivers, tall, straight, thick trees surrounding big white houses with columns supporting decks and wrap-around porches upon which you can always see two rocking chairs and a porch swing.
I like it that way.
I'm only frustrated that I was always gogogoing! to get to the next school and didn't have a chance to stop and take pictures of all the beauty and the history.
I've become a quick! take your phone and snap a picture of that while we're stopped at a red light! driver. And sometimes I'll just pull over on the side of the road and try to get a good shot through the windshield.
Here are some of the fly-by views of these wonderful towns.

I was OUT of gas on a long stretch of nothing but trees and road, until I came upon a little, old gas station with three pumps. It was a fun step back in time.