…so the song goes.
After several days at End of the Road Retreat in Broadway, Virginia, we wound our way back down the gravel country road headed to West Virginia.
It didn’t take long before we hit the steep grades, some marked at 55 mph. 55? That’s a laugh.
Although the day was a bit overcast, the drive was amazingly pleasant, along those winding roads.
Germany Valley Overlook – site of Hinkle’s Fort 1761-62
Our friends had advised us that the last five miles to the cabin would be on a gravel road. We timed it perfectly to travel those final miles in the rain! ha! (Well, at least it wasn’t dark…)
It had been almost two years since we last saw James and Carol when we had the pleasure of spending a few days aboard their (former) boat, Excalibur, our own adventures having kept us south. So, warm welcome hugs were exchanged before stepping inside for the grand tour of Al’s Lone Pine Camp, i.e., the family cabin built by Carol’s father.
The next day, the weather cleared, and the exploring began. First up, a meandering circular hike through Al’s land, then on to the nearby property James & Carol own, then through a chunk of the Monongahela National Park Forest, and finally back to the Camp! Whew! Next, we climbed into James’ truck to go to Blackwater Falls State Park.
There was plenty of soaking in the incredible scenery, watching the robins work the grass, and “let’s take that circle walk, again!” The walk is partially on National Park land with other more serious trails that we weren’t up to (“yet!” adds the one of us with the limp and the new hip). But it’s amazing to relax chatting and catching up, and not to mention games! Okay we won’t mention those. Especially since the guys kept winning… (Hey, Carol, do you think there was any cheating going on?? Nah. Next time, guys. Next time. )
On one of our driving trips, James surprised us with a stop at the Bowden Fish Hatchery before we explored Graceland, the historic Victorian home of Senator Henry Davis on the campus of Davis and Elkins College. At 16,000 square feet and built in 1893, she is beautiful. Her 10 rooms and suites will open very soon, complete with a restaurant. Heck, we were only about a week early. Had to go find our own lunch.
Back at the cabin, Carol showed us the spring up the road a piece, where we gathered water daily for the next morning’s coffee.
The days of eating too much, walking (thank goodness), game playing, and healthy laughter, lead up to Easter Sunday, our final day together. Once the rain stopped, we set out to gather the aforementioned ramps to add to dinner. What’s a ramp, you say? Think a cross between a small wild leek and an onion. Some say pungent; others say yum!
After a week of gastronomic indulgence put on by our talented hosts, what did we do for Easter dinner? Well, we ate too much once again, of course! BBQ chicken, fresh veggies, homemade sourdough bread, black raspberry jelly, pickles, peach cobbler… The list goes on. What a feast!
Monday morning, we waddled out of bed to help clean up the cabin, packed the vehicles, and headed off in our separate directions. Back out on those country roads, we twisted, turned, and did plenty of that up and down travel Todd enjoys, making our way to Charleston.
Our Travels 