I could not have chosen a more beautiful day to drive through the West Virginia countryside with the windows down.
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Paw Paw, WV is a quiet mountain town of only 500 residents.
The nation's early travelers, including George Washington, used the mountain pass here, navigating horseshoe bends in the Potomac.
The town also has one of my favorite spots along the scenic journey from Morgantown, WV to Richmond, VA.
Where the North River feeds into the Cacapon is a short, one-lane bridge. It's simple and unassuming, but has always caught my eye as I passed by.
This time I got out and took some photos to share.
Photo snapped along a creek in Columbus, OH.
The Cadillac Ranch is... I'm not sure how to finish that sentence. It's a place in a Texas field outside of Amarillo where there are a number of Cadillacs half-buried in a row, like some linear, post-apocalyptic Stonehenge. Spray paint cans litter the ground. There is nothing else as far as you can see. Being there is surreal. I stopped by on my move from Richmond to Flagstaff (RVA-FAZ), spray painting my own little memory of why I was there.
It is hard to capture the landscape of this place in photographs. It stretches forever, in all directions, and each cliffside only seems to make sense in the context of the others. There is a loneliness that stretches for hours, broken up by pockets of civilization. The Native communities are hidden from sight.
The trailers I see in the middle of desert and on the sides of rock outcroppings must be the loners, the rat race dropouts. I sympathize with them without desiring to join them.
Playing drums in the legendary Sun Studio. Blues in the city. Elvis is everywhere.
