In North Carolina, great care has been done to make sure that nothing has intruded on the vistas and if you just changed the car to a Cadillac Fleetwood, you easily could be back to the 1940s. But when I crossed the border into Virginia, I was dismayed to suddenly be looking into people's back yards and to see nondescript housing plopped here and there on the hillsides, which ended the motorway's magical vista.
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