Dover Hydraulc elevator at The Car Park Roanoke Virginia
This is a retake of the dover elevator at the car park. this time there is no construction going on outside the garage so if you listen carefully ...
Dover Hydraulic at The Car Park Roanoke VA POV
This is the Dover elevator at The Car Park in Roanoke VA
Dover Hydraulic elevator @ The Car Park Roanoke VA with jimster586
with Jimster586 a vintage dover elevator.
Outer Banks interlude
My mother, aunt, and I left Morehead City Thursday morning for Manteo and Nags Head, by car. The trip showed me that they have been busy building a lot of new roads in Eastern North Carolina. One is a very long elevated bypass around the town of "Little" Washington, N.C. It's four wide lanes spanning an extensive, marshy river estuary. Another is a long section of road that runs east and west, again four wide lanes, from Raleigh out to the town of Columbia, on the Albemarle Sound. At Columbia (a tiny town in a swamp, not to be confused with the capital of the State of South Carolina), you find yourself on the old narrow two-lane road through the marshes out to the coast at Manteo, on Roanoke Island. Roanoke Island is thought to be the place where the English established their first colony in America, in 1585. The first English child born on American soil was born on Roanoke (or on nearby Cedar Island, some historians think) and named Virginia Dare — her first name in honor of Elizabeth I, the "Virgin" Queen. Soon after, the colony failed and all the settlers vanished into the mists of time — or into the extensive forests that covered the land back then. When ships returned from England to bring supplies, the colonists were nowhere to be found. I took pictures out on the beach and around the neighborhood of the hotel on Thursday evening when we arrived, and again Friday morning before we left to drive the 75 miles down to Ocracoke. It rained overnight but we had a nice day driving down the Outer Banks... until we got to Ocracoke Island and the ferry landing. A strong storm came up and the 2½-hour ferry ride turned into a real high-seas adventure. I've gotten some interesting responses by asking waiters how they happen to be in whatever far-away place we were. Many of the waiters in Yellowstone were sponsored by a special "tourist worker" program of the American government (there were the usual college students too). The visas didn't...