Today's church, the Family Missionary Baptist Church, probably used to be a gas station. Now instead of filling up on fuel, you can fill up on the spirit! If I were them, that's what I would put in the sign on the window. And then I would start making it look a little less scary.
Anyway, C and I went for a country drive this afternoon. He's been feeling pretty sick with a cold and cough, and I'm not feeling too hot myself, so driving around seemed like a good way to be lazy and still see new stuff. We headed north and found ourselves driving through towns like Stem, Providence, and then into Oxford. Here's a lovely place we passed:
And we also saw this place, which was a contender for this week's church pick, but I couldn't really pick it because it's not in Durham:
We stopped at a tiny cemetery in the middle of some newly plowed and planted fields and wondered over the graves of the Tippets and Currins. We ogled Victorian mansions in downtown Oxford, saw a beaver cross a road (C said it was a muskrat, but I think it was a beaver) and we walked across a no-longer-used bridge over the Tar River. We also saw this place:
Who says a wood-chip factory can't be a work of sculptural art?