While winding through the country roads near Shenandoah Valley National Park, I realized John Denver really knew what he was singing about when he called the Blue Ridge Mountains βalmost heaven.β
We traveled from roadside stand to roadside stand for the greater portion of the day, ooh-ing and aah-ing at quilts, moccasins, baskets, and antiques.
I swear, someday Iβm going to rent a U-Haul and fill it up with goodies from Virginia. In the meantime, I couldnβt beat fresh honey, apple cider, and peaches.
Is this the place where I belong, like John Denver sang? Iβm not so sure about that. But I am sure there are only a few places on Earth Iβd rather go to sit back and relax.

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