The day after Memorial Day I seriously hit the road for the drive back to California. The day was dark and rainy as I headed south down I-81 through the Shenandoah Valley. When I lived in DC, I used to drive out to the Valley and imagine myself living there as a post-hippy farmer of some sort, happily living on a farm. It probably never would have worked.
My mood mirrored the weather. I was anxious to get home, but I longed to get off the Interstate and to have the luxury of taking the back roads and spending some weeks getting to California. So many things to see and people to meet if you have the time.
The Shenandoah still has faint traces of its sad past. It was in the center of the Civil War and suffered mightily.
The three crosses. When I lived in DC I used to see them everywhere when driving around the mid-Atlantic region. They are the work of one man, who erected some 1,800 of them in the 1980s and early 90s.
Wonder why they call it The Blue Ridge....
By the time I got to Abington in southwestern Virginia, the sky brightened somewhat.
The Barter Theater. I took some of my Upward Bound students in eastern Kentucky here in the mid 70s - we saw The Matchmaker.
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