I am such a cliche!
It was my first time in West Virginia — other than passing through — and all I can sing is John Denver’s song…”Country Roads”.
Mostly in my head…but sometimes in the car, heh heh, in my inimitable out-of-tune style…
I just can’t help it.
But he sure got it right.
Almost heaven, West Virginia
Blue ridge mountains, Shenandoah river
Life is old there, older than the trees
Younger than the mountains, growin’ like a breeze…
We were invited to stay at a remote cabin in the eastern part of the state that had been built by a friend’s son using plans provided by Bob’s brother. A lovely cosy place with a fireplace that got quite a work out!
It was a very short trip — and the weather was rainy and misty pretty much the whole time.
But that didn’t deter us.
The first day we drove to Seneca Rocks…
When we returned home, I posted this image on Facebook just to give my friends a little taste of where I was.
And what did I see? “You’re here? So am I!!!!!!!”
A fabulous photographer, Denise, (see her wonderful photography and writing here) who I had met while taking an online class a while back had been in exactly the same place the same day. And we had eaten in the same deli.
And neither of us knew it.
She posted her shot of Seneca Rocks too.
Now what are the chances of that happening? (We live in Canada 560 miles away and she lives in Ohio.)
Sadly, our trip was too short to figure out a way to meet up (next time!), but we had some good Facebook chats.
I surely appreciated her tips and advice and soaked up her enthusiasm for the area. Her family roots go deep and her passion is profound for the landscape and the people.
I can well see why now. She and her husband and dog, Arthur, the cutest Corgi ever, love to cruise the backroads of the state soaking up the colour and atmosphere.
And that was what we did too.
I dedicate this post to Denise, a real life mountain momma…
Sing with me…
Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads
— John Denver