rural North Carolina

... at least, my brush and pen holder will have to stand in for it, because I found myself hopelessly lost whilst driving through it in the dank drizzle this morning - missed a turning (understandable, since I hadn't realised that the road I was looking for had changed its number) and found myself in a strange hilly land, with helpful people speaking the thickest of rural dialects. Memory Lane gave way to Pet Memorial Road. I would have loved to have stopped to take photos of people's very rustic mail boxes - including a number in the shape of tractors - but I was so anxious to reunite with I-40 that I pressed on (eventually arriving in Winston-Salem - not quite my original plan, but it worked...). So I am back.