COUNTRY ROADS TAKE ME HOME 

(Part 2)

“Almost Heaven, West Virginia

Blue Ridge Mountains,  Shenandoah River

Life is old there, older than the trees

Younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze…”

From where we have settled into Warrenton, we can see those mountains rising gently in the distance. We were recently treated to a personal tour of this beautiful “mountain state” by our good friend and native W. Virginian, who showed us so much in such a short time. I confess to being somewhat of a mountain snob, having grown up in the N. Cascades.  Still, I find myself falling in love with W. Virginia, thriving farms tucked into its hills, close knit communities, people who seem so glad you have come, rivers and roads that twist and turn. History deep and old. Commitment to the land. Small churches that thrive. The Potomac River, sourced in the tiniest mountain stream.  Yes, I touched it. And W. Virginia touched me.

It’s true. John Denver, you got it right!