While winding through the country roads near Shenandoah Valley National Park, I realized John Denver really knew what he was singing about when he called the Blue Ridge Mountains “almost heaven.”
We traveled from roadside stand to roadside stand for the greater portion of the day. Quilts, moccasins, and antiques were scooped up like you wouldn’t believe. Some day when I get a real house, I’m going to rent a U-Haul and fill it up with goodies from Virginia. In the meantime, I couldn’t beat fresh honey, apple cider, and peaches.
Is this the place I belong, like John Denver sang? I’m not so sure about that. But I am sure that there are only a few places on Earth I’d rather go to sit back and relax.