I always know I'm at the final leg of my journey to White Grass when I come to the beautiful Seneca Rocks. The last sun was peeking over the mountains and hitting them just right. This is also the most dangerous part of the drive, where the windiest most isolated roads are. A couple of years back, I left DC in a snowstorm and as I got on this last part, there were trucks skidded off the road everywhere, some of them not even from speed but just from the pitch of the road itself. I lucked out this time though and got here before the storm. I think we're supposed to get hit again this week.
No comments:
Post a Comment