Roadtripping #13

I woke very early this morning to the sound of rain on the roof of the RV. The humid warmth of the night melted into the crisp punctuation of
big fat, lazy drops of rain splattering one after the other, until the rain gradually became softer and steadier.
I closed the windows and roof vents just in time.

Call me crazy, but rain changes everything. It’s beautiful.
This morning in West Virginia, It adds contrast in the trunks and branches of naked or newly-budding trees, and makes the colour of blossoms more vivid. Roads shimmer with silvery light, and grass comes to life with lush, bright-green enthusiasm.

As we continue to drive down I79 South, the misty rain softens the stark outlines of the trees and of the mountains that range as far as the eye can see. Near the horizon, they blend into ethereal nothingness.

There are more picture-postcard villages dotted along the highway, but the rain and the fog on the windows makes it impossible to take photographs. That’s the only thing I don’t like about the rain.

Roadtripping #12

We have spent the day travelling from Mount Wolf/York, PA, through part of Maryland and into West Virginia. We’re heading for a KOA just north of Charleston.
From what I have seen so far, West Virginia consists largely of mountain ranges, valleys, and trees. There are also some enormous potholes in the roads. I’m not so fond of those.
This opinion is based on two hours of driving through the state.

The scenery is pretty enough, with trees sprouting new leaves and some blossom trees – vibrant purple, pink or white – along the roadside. There are some postcard-worthy villages nestled on hillsides, each with a church or two prominently positioned in the middle of each.

Even so, I am fairly certain that John Denver saw a different part of the state than me, or he was here at a different time of year, when he sang, “Almost heaven, West Virginia…” in his timeless classic, ‘Country Roads’. He was definitely more enthusiastic than me.