Today we woke up in the Methodist Church and are now sitting
on the porch of a hostile that is operated by the Baptist in Troutdale VA. We have great weather and a wonderful view of
the mountains. All is well.
The guys left at the usual time this morning. I sat in the church a little before I hit the
road – praying for good roads and little traffic. About a mile down the road we passed some
cattle farms and then hit the mountain.
Oh, my goodness!!! The hairpin
turns, the drop offs, the oh so narrow road.
I really do not know how two cars could have passes each other on most
of the route. I guess my prayers were
heard, at least partially. There was
little traffic coming towards me and when I did meet them I was able to pull
over enough to let them by and there were no cars behind me. I think if things had gotten any worst I’d be
headed home by now. I was actually
shaking. Wish I was able to control that
fear. Believe me I have tried.
So, I made it to Damascus.
Met up with the guys for pancakes.
(should have had a drink along with them) After that I left route. I was not willing to attempt another mountain on another county road. So I branched out and took a little longer
route around. I was able to relax a
little and enjoy the scenery-it was beautiful.
Met up with the men about noon.
And here we sit – on top of the world.
Tomorrow’s route looks a little confusing so I think I’ll
stick to the interstate when I can.
Jeff is cooking tonight. Yeah, Jeff!
Apparently he has one master dish that I missed the week I spent at home
so he is repeating it for me.
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