Berryville is a small town in Virginia, about an 80 mile drive from here. It hosts one of the few remaining, thriving annual hamfests, which are basically flea markets for radio nerds.
Our radio nerd group is quite scattered about these days and Berryville is almost becoming the center of gravity. Rick was driving down from Columbus, OH; Hank was at his daughter's place in Shepardstown, WV; Ken was returning to their house up at Deep Creek MD; and Carl would be driving down from Gettysburg, PA.
So, Jim and I decided to take Carole and Jacquie out the night before and stay in Winchester at the same Townplace Suites where Rickie was staying. Our rooms had great views of the anchor store of the adjacent mall - a Dollar General store.
Joined by Rick, we had a decent farm to table dinner with large quantities of so-so sangria at the Butcher Station in Winchester and great frozen custard at Pack's Dairy Corner, which seemed to be a magnet for pickup trucks flying Confederate flags.
The next morning Rick left at oh dark thirty and claimed a seller's spot at the Hamfest, somehow finding the only spot NOT in the shade at the fairgrounds. Jim WA3UHY (bandaged hand above, after a shaving incident) and Carl WA3SEE (straw boater hat wearer) and Hank K3YDX (tilted sunglasses wearer) debated exactly WHY the spot had to be in the broiling sun when everyone else was enjoying the copious shade, while Rick WA3UOO (red hat, beige fly fisherman vest) gazed stoically into the distance.
Ken WA3WHE showed up a while later and tried to cheer up Carl about the deleterious effects of the roasting sun, skin cancer, etc - you can see how cheery Carl looks after Ken's efforts.
After the usual walking around looking at radio junk that was pretty much on the same tables last year, and saying hello to various ham friends, Jim and I were pretty much hamfested out. Carole and Jacquie pulled themselves away from the hardboiled eggs and make your own waffle buffet and we headed out to downe towne Olde Towne Winchester to stroll the pedestrian area and have a cup of coffee.
By having Carole and Jacquie pick us up at the Hamfest, we had pretty much relinquished what little control of our testicles we had left after all these years of marriage, so they forced us to visit the Museum of the Shenandoah Valley and tour the gardens. The soil is quite rocky and the vast gardens had a very cool water garden area that created artificial waterfalls over the embedded boulders.
We had a great lunch at the Bonnie Blue Southern Market and Grocery, with much shrimp and grits, fried apples, pulled chicken barbecue and all kinds of other southern stuff. From there John K3TN drove us back to the far north, passing through Harper's Ferry and large crowds of tubers and rafters enjoying the fine weather.