Lake Gaston, Littleton, North Carolina

Turning into the RV Park we rambled through hilly curves into the deeply wooded campsites above very large Lake Gaston. Having large trees everywhere is not ideal for backing a motor home into a tight spot. After choosing the sight that looked the least challenging Jim pulled into the driveway across the road to have plenty of room to back up. As I tired to watch everything outside that he might not see I spotted the deep culvert next to his right front tire. We communicate by phone in these parking situations. I call the RV from my cellphone so his hands are free to maneuver.

Now, I don’t drive the motor home. I don’t even back up a car very well so all I could do was tell Jim there was a ditch six inches away, and that he needed to move to the left without turning the tire or he would fall in.

A car pulled up while we were blocking the road and trying to maneuver away from the large drop off while wiggle through the trees. A woman got out of the car, walked over and said, “I have a motor home, I’ll help him get lined up.” She repeated the ditch problem to Jim, and then began moving her arms like a marshaler with an airplane, saying back, forward, stop, two inches. Before we knew it were were all tucked into the trees. Ginger thanks for being our angel.

She told me it just takes a lot of back and forth to get out. All I know is before she came to help us leave Jim was an inch from scraping a tree and I didn’t have a clue how to help him get away from it. I could only tell him he was going to hit it. Not Ginger. She walked to the front, waved her arms to show him to turn the wheel right or left, then motioned forward, stop, back, and he pulled right out.

The trees were beautiful but I hadn’t thought just how dark a forest would be. The foliage was so thick above us that mornings were dark, we couldn’t see if the sky was blue, and we had to use lights inside in the daytime.

The lake seemed to be the only attraction in the area, but we heard about Sylvan Heights Bird Park. We traveled down country roads, past green fields, and golden leafed tobacco field, and there outside of Scotland Neck, North Carolina, population 2, 010, we were surprised to find the largest bird Sanctuary in the world. They breed endangered species and have some of the rarest birds in existence. Water foul are Mike Lubbock’s specialty and people come from all over to learn and train with him. He is the world’s leading authority on avian husbandry and waterfowl conservation. He has won 17 World First Breeding Awards, plus 15 awards for first breeding in North America-an unsurpassed accomplishment.




















On entering the first enclosure a beautiful Blue Crowned Pigeon greeted us. As we moved along he followed. When we stopped he stayed with Jim, walked on his shoes, and rubbed his feathery crown back and forth on his leg. We learned later Jim’s feathered friend is very rare. His mate died and they haven’t been able to find a female for him anywhere yet. He likes people and is happy to be with them.



I enjoyed the Kookaburra bird from Australia. He looked us over and as we walked away he sang or laughed his song for us.


The sandy area is peanut country so it was cute that when we stopped at the area visitor center they gave us a sample of the local peanuts.


Our other surprise was Halifax, NC, which is near Scotland Neck. During the American Revolution, the North Carolina Congress met in Halifax to enact the first legislation by an entire colony recommending independence. It is called the “Halifax Resolve.”

When I think of those people huddled together illegally as they took steps to free a nation from England, their homeland, they knew what they were planning was mutiny against their King. If they failed they would be considered traders and die. The excitement of birthing a nation, and the fear of failure must surely have determined the words “Halifax Resolve. We will be free or we will die.

Halifax had wealth, power and influence due to the river traffic and railroad years after the Revolution. The tiny town, population 231 in 2013, has restored many of the homes of their 1700’s history. These small towns hold amazing history but over time the river and railroads dwindled and people moved away. Where would we be today without such amazing history?

Traveling Blessed USA


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