I’ve written at length about the persistence of memory and experience in these mountains, and that applies to me too. On a fateful weekend a few years ago, we had come out to this neighborhood and had an incredible weekend - and then had a terrible tragedy as soon as we returned to the “Real World”.
We hadn’t returned to this little piece of ground since - 3 years now.
My daughter has moved back up to West Virginia over the summer, and this will be her first fall in the mountains in nearly 10 years. So, we decided, maybe it’s time to return. It’s undeniably beautiful, why not give it another shot.
It was a beautiful day, bluebird skies and white puffy clouds, and of all the places we drove to this day, the leaves were the best here.
It’s tough to go back. To go back to places where you may have failed. To go back to places where you got bad news. To go back to a place where you have bad memories.
But I’m glad we went back.
Hope Y’all Have A Great Week.