Yes, I’ve skipped G. That will probably appear next weekend, when we go to Georgia. But since I haven’t written anything in a while, and since we got a ton of photos today, I’m going directly to H. It’s a no-brainer.
There was no NASCAR race scheduled for today, so we looked around for something to go out and do. Yesterday Chuck didn’t even leave the house, so I hoped we could find something interesting that involved NOT WATCHING GOLF, specifically the Masters (how was I to know that Tiger would take the lead and win? Nobody predicted that one, and if you say you did, you’re lying.) We decided to do several things in Hillsborough, NC, a few miles to our east.
Our first stop was to the Village Diner, recently under new ownership. Neither one of us had been there before, and we weren’t disappointed. I even paired my Patty Melt (on rye, of course) with a nice amber ale. We hope to go back for dinner very soon.
Next, we visited the Orange County Historical Museum. It’s a tiny place, only two rooms of exhibits, but I had driven past it hundreds of times over the years and always wanted to see what was inside. I feel as if it was very superficial and I didn’t learn much, as Orange County, and especially Hillsborough, has a ton of history that a lot of folks, even locals, don’t know. It did make me want to learn more, so in a way the visit was a success.
Finally, we drove over to the Historic Occoneechee Speedway Trail. Since the trail is four miles long, and the track itself is almost a mile, we didn’t make it all the way through, but it was great fun seeing the one of the first two NASCAR tracks from 1949 and their oldest remaining dirt track. The track was forced to close in 1968 due to local opposition to racing on Sundays. How different Hillsborough could have ended up, had they allowed that track to stay open.
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