Due to a mental lapse, we were faced with a nearly 400-mile drive along I-40 and I-81, well over our regular self-imposed limit of 250 miles. Again, for most of the journey from Nashville to southwestern Virginia, we were confined to a gently rolling, tree-lined corridor
affording little in the way of interesting things to see. That said, certain short stretches were a blaze with bright yellow flowers.
Debbie also, and somewhat amazingly, was able to shoot between my chest and the steering wheel to capture a unique quarrying operation in which large horizontal rectangular entrances were cut into the hill sides.
a solo walker, not even hitchhiking,
an old Ford Fairlane,
invasive Virginia Creeper … everywhere,
banded fields,
several U.S., Tennessee
and Confederate flags
and some old barns
rounded out the day’s travel excitement.
Taking a walk at our campground, we discovered a small stream
flowing to a small waterfall.
Nearby was a gazebo used for rustic weddings (note the seating area).
