The storm eventually passed yet the power remained off which surprised me as previous outages had always been short. I remained confident but as the evening wore on and we got hotter and hotter, I suspected we'd all be sweltering tonight without fans or AC. Eventually we succumbed to the heat and decided to turn in, leaving windows and doors open.
I'd discovered on the internet that there was an abandoned plane on the way to Staunton so we stopped to find that.
We also came across an old country store and some old cars.
This link shows how the storm, a derecho, hit us.
Richard's directions took us every which way and I was alarmed at one point when we drove out into bleak countryside on a gravel track as the sun set. But we got to the motel and after changing rooms, found one that had lights. We had no dinner but we had plenty of beer, cheese and bread from the previous evening so we dined on that, thankful that we had somewhere to rest, even though it was going to be another sticky night.
The next day was again hot and humid but we decided to walk around Staunton. It was an interesting place but many of the shops were closed as it was Sunday, a now quaint and infrequent custom, but one I respect.
We stopped at an old antique shop which was lovely and cool inside. Emily immediately found a chair while the rest of us ambled around enjoying the AC.
So we left Staunton not really having explored any abandonments properly but we'd had an interesting time regardless.