Jill's Journal: It was a long, slow trip, made slower by mountains and even slower by an overturned eighteen-wheeler in front of us (the fellow cars also at a complete stand-still for more than an hour on the interstate were beginning to eye us with visions of bathrooms and food gleaming in their eyes)…but we made it! We gave a little whoop of joy (okay, in the interest of full disclosure: a big whoop of joy) when we crossed the border out of West Virginia and into Virginia. And before long, the breathtaking Shenandoah Valley stretched out below us. I could look at that every day of my life and not get sick of it. Just beautiful.
We finally limped into our campsite near Ashland, Virginia (apparently also called North Richmond) after dinnertime. We were tired, we were hungry, and we still had to set up. This is not our usual m.o., but we survived. After the girls were fed, bathed, and put to bed, Rob and I breathed a big sigh of relief. Those 620ish miles felt a heck of a lot longer than that!! We’re happy to finally be here.
There will be time enough to lick our West Virginia wounds this week. In the meantime, we’re going to have a quiet day today. Four of the five of us seem to have exited West Virginia with a slight cold (adding insult to injury!) and we’re all ready for a little downtime. Our campground this week is nothing fancy, but it has lovely, tall trees and a pool. It’ll do just fine.
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