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Carol Perkins: Fall Driving Trip, Part 3
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By Carol Perkins
On the last leg of our trip through Virginia, we followed HWY 58, another scenic route, and wound around hillsides and down country roads.
Along these steep hills were Christmas tree farms and pumpkin patches. I was amazed at how perfectly shaped these trees were and thought about the homes they were destined for in a matter of weeks. As for the pumpkins, there were a few scattered but most were in bins at local grocery stores.
We spent the night in Hillsville, Virginia, and found a great sports bar/grill for a steak dinner! I mention this because along the way restaurants were not plentiful and because of a couple behind us who were determined to talk and talk and talk to the poor waitress working alone. By the time the talker left, I knew about every pain she had endured in the last fifteen years.
The next day, we turned toward the area called Mouth of the Wilson. (I had to send my friend, Connie Wilson, a picture). This route was as steep as any mountain we had traveled with no pull-offs. The only traffic on this road seemed to be local or huge vans carrying racks bikes. They curved up the mountain at breakneck speed.
When we arrived at the top, Grayson Highlands State Park greeted us. Biker and hiker heaven. Evidently, all the bikes were going to the park. One store at the campground must have been a rental spot. The campgrounds were crowded.
Going down the mountain was just as gorgeous. Guy could not take in the splendor and keep the truck on the road. We were both glad to reach the bottom, which turned out to look much like a skiing area with "outfitters" stores and quaint cafes. Bikers were gearing up for mountain rides. I envied their physical strength but even in my better days, mountain biking would not be appealing.
Onward to Cumberland Gap and then into Kentucky. By then, we were both ready to reach the Metcalfe County line. In planning this trip, I wasn't sure we would have enough to keep us entertained but I was wrong. Not one time did we turn on the radio. The views were all the conversation we needed.
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