I can stand on top the mountain and see Martinsburg but it takes me a 1/2 hour to drive there since McCoy's Ferry hasn't run since the late 1800's.
We hang around that area all summer on the Harleys.
Rt 9 and RT 11 are nice rides.
They sure down-sized.
The other store was huge and stuffed so that you could barely move.
I was thrilled to find them and it was through a series of wildly synchronistic events that I even did.
I have *never* gone back that road but hubby suddenly said "Turn left!" and then I saw the store.
Slammed on the brakes and backed into the parking lot.
Brought home the boy.
It was meant to be.
Oddly enough, I'd just come back from Winchester after looking at a tragic Boa from CL.
It was a super-dark boy, not a girl like the kid thought, dehydrated and full of lumps which I suppose were rat bite scars. [or worse]
Had he not insisted on $200 for the poor thing, I would have brought it home.
I still feel terrible about leaving it there, especially since it kept straining to escape the kid and get back on my shoulders as I walked away.
Poor thing.
I'd still go get it if he'd sell him for what he's really worth...about $50, tops.
I wish I could afford to pay 'top dollar' for sad, needy snakes but unfortunately I can not.
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