The hills are almost alive


We traversed a big swath of Appalachia today, from central Ohio to West Virgina, a corner of Virginia, and across North Carolina. At higher elevations, the rain we found intermittently became wet flakes, and the windshield wipers were slapping time…. Thankfully the mild squeak in one blade didn’t begin until the last fifty miles, when I was napping (actually, sleeping soundly, I admit!) and the Guru was piloting….

One comment

  1. Maureen Meyers says:

    see any mounds? Oh no, wait, there *aren’t* any in Virginia 🙂