Blue Ridge Mountain

Blue Ridge Mountains

“Almost Heaven, West Virginia, Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River…”

Since all good things must come to an end, we rose early to start our long drive back to Connecticut, but not quite yet. We still had to go through the Shenandoah Valley National Park, tucked in the folds of the Blue Ridge Mountains in West Virginia. While it is clear that we did not choose the most propitious season in which to explore these vast acres of natural beauty, we were frequently rewarded by glimpses of white-tailed deer, herds of which crowded in front of our car and made us feel like intruders in their natural habitat. Not illogically, John Denver’s song “Country Roads” was uppermost in our minds as our car swerved and glided through those endless vistas of valley, sky and misty mountain peak on the snaking Skyline Drive. It was indeed, as Denver had put it, “Almost Heaven”.

Leaving the idyllic environs of the mountains behind us, we continued our drive back home to Connecticut.

Thank you for taking this tour in our company. This Girls Week Out was indeed a memorable bonding opportunity for Chriselle, my god-child Menaka and myself. We hope you will traverse this route someday in reality. For the moment, though, hopefully, virtual reality took you there and back safely.

Bon Voyage!

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