Surry

Surry is the county/city/and nuclear power plant across the James River from our home. Rick and I live in the immediate death zone of the power plant. It is somehow comforting that we aren't in the slow, painful radiation poisoning range if something goes wrong. Sunday we headed over to the city of Surry for a real greasy, diner-ish breakfast. I haven't had eggs, hashbrowns, tabasco, and OJ in wayyy too long, and we had heard that the Surry House had a good old-fashioned breakfast.

It is only 10 miles away as the crow flies or the ferry flows (otherwise it is a 60 - 70 mile trip), so we drove our car to the Surry ferry and took the 15 minute ride across the James river. I had never been on a ferry where your car rides along with you so it was a little adventure. One piece of advice: Don't wear a skirt on the ferry and then not expect the breeze to blow your skirt up to your shoulders while you are site seeing on the deck.