Over 45 years ago a friend and I decided to take a trip to the Outer Banks on our new motorcycles. This is my friend showing our riding gear and how we packed. We barely made it to a gas station that evening as they were locking up and the owner reopened and invited us to a pig picking near his home on Hog Turd Avenue. Really. It was awesome!

So over 45 years later Susan and I decided to retrace parts of that epic adventure. 50 years ago I bought tires here. My 69 mach 1 went through that same bay door shown below. Now it's the bar entrance to the Front Porch and Provisions. The food was great.

The next days lunch was here. Legendary.

Cliffs of the Neuss State Park. We hiked off a bite or two.

The state's first town and port of entry is Bath.

We walked 8 miles this day. Twice to food.

EAGTHO and head West.

One nice thing about a cold November day at the Great Dismal Swamp, no mosquitos or gnats.
So over 45 years later Susan and I decided to retrace parts of that epic adventure. 50 years ago I bought tires here. My 69 mach 1 went through that same bay door shown below. Now it's the bar entrance to the Front Porch and Provisions. The food was great.
The next days lunch was here. Legendary.
Cliffs of the Neuss State Park. We hiked off a bite or two.
The state's first town and port of entry is Bath.
We walked 8 miles this day. Twice to food.
EAGTHO and head West.
One nice thing about a cold November day at the Great Dismal Swamp, no mosquitos or gnats.
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