Filed under: West Virginia | Tags: glen jean, new river gorge, redhead, self portraits, West Virginia
One of our stops before home was in the New River Gorge. Years ago, I was traveling back from North Carolina and found Thurmond, WV, former coal town now ghost town, and the set for the film Matewan; I put it on my list of places to return. It’s tucked six miles into the gorge, and six miles feels like forever when you’re going only 20 miles an hour and it’s about to storm.
Jeff trusted me that the town was worth seeing, so we made our way through winding, one-car lanes. But the bridge we had to cross was closed for repairs, so we couldn’t get to it. Disappointed, we walked around the woods a bit. There was rushing water, a tent city tucked behind trees and the smell of green, reminding me of how much I used to love summer and all its possibilities.
We drove home in rain so bad, we had to keep pulling over to wait it out. Between that and the December snowstorm, West Virginia was totally wearing us out. I still love its beauty and its isolation. We’ll go back sooner than we care to admit.
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