There have been a lot of changes in the last few months–like, seriously, a lot of changes–and I’m still trying to make sense of a world that doesn’t include Wayne. There are so very many things I miss from our years together, including how we would often do long, rambling drives on pretty weekends. As I’ve said before, I truly believe that adventures are best when shared, but since that’s no longer option, out of necessity I’m becoming more comfortable doing things by myself.
Despite having tentative plans for Sunday, April 27th, I was also having very compelling “John Muir moments”:
I’d recently renewed my annual national park pass, so I entered the Shenandoah National Park at the southern entrance of the Skyline Drive. Despite the brilliant sunshine, the temperature was just in the mid-40s and there was a strong breeze blowing. I wasn’t dressed warmly enough for any walks/hikes, but it was a wonderful day to go for a drive on the mountain.
The Skyline Drive winds along the crest of the mountain, so overlooks can offer views to the west or to the east.
I have many good, powerful–and bittersweet–memories of our hikes to Blackrock Summit over the years…
My kind of road; driving north @ 35 mph in the Shenandoah National Park…
After 40-ish miles on the Skyline Drive, I opted to take Rt. 33 West. This afforded other interesting views of Massanutten Mountain.
While it’s not that far away (when taking a direct route), I think the only time I was at the resort was once when I was in college.
After arriving in Harrisonburg on Rt. 33 West and circling around Court Square, I got on Rt. 11 South. This took me past the hotel where Wayne and I stayed for the Virginia Art Education Association convention in 2019. That was SO much fun!
I continued to free-associate my way through the Shenandoah Valley, and impulsively decided to make a quick side trip. The farm where I was able to board my horse the first part of my freshman year at Bridgewater College is now home to a Church of the Brethren. The college is historically affiliated with this religion.
Yeah, definitely some memories were made during 4 years in this dorm….
Back on Rt. 11, I drove through Mt. Crawford, Mt. Sidney, and Verona–and a whole lot of beautiful farmland–before turning southeast towards home.
While I will always feel the loss of my best friend and partner–and yes, there were some tears today as well as smiles–overall it was a good day.
Until next time,
Sharon
“If you never go, you will never know!”