Giving a blogger fifteen extra minutes, and a camera in hand, is a dangerous thing. I drove to Greenville today, and stopped along the way to snag some photos I've been wanting for a while. First, I noticed some ice clinging to the side of a sunny hill. It's been cold here.
Anyway, a dear older friend told us once that, when he was a boy, they drove up into the NC mountains each summer to escape the heat in the lowlands. And half-way up the mountain, their old car would need a cooling for the radiator. They would stop here, at this spigot, to refill the radiator and cool themselves. It's been servicing roadside travelers for many, many years.