I took a long way to Ohio for Thanksgiving; rambled through Missouri, Tennessee and the Blue Ridge Mountains, up into West Virginia and on into the belly of Ohio with what has proven to be a reliable set of road dogs, Prada & Roux, and Roux’s business partner behind the camera, Claire.
The photos above are from one of our innumerable road side stops, this one at The Blue Ridge Institute & Museum in Ferrum, Virginia on our way to meet family friends at Smith Mountain Lake.
It rained like in the bible times for much of the trip, but we did find good things on both sides of the windshield among the fog through the forests of Appalachia. We tasted the sweet barbecue of Tennessee and apple butter of North Carolina. We saw the King resting in his castle in Memphis, got a boat ride on Smith Mountain Lake. We got drunk with provincials in a not-so-long ago haunted whore house while discussing nudist colonies, and spent a good night with old friend above the New River Gorge in West Virginia – all before arriving for a good week in hills and hollows of Hocking County Ohio, and the spent the Thanksgiving Holiday on the family farm in Miami County Ohio.
There is much to see and consider out there. Right now, my book is all blank pages in the future, and this trip has helped to fill my quill to begin the work to write some new chapters.