We're parked backed up to the north fork of the Shenandoah River just a few miles north of the Shenandoah National Park, so naturally a trip to the park was on our agenda. Which means that the weather absolutely refused to cooperate and it rained for most of the week. On Monday the skies cleared in the morning so Denny and I hopped into the truck for a brief foray into the park, knowing we had to keep it fairly short since we had a 2 PM tee time in the afternoon. The views from the various overlooks within the first five miles of the park were wonderful and while the air wasn't fall-crisp the humidity was low enough to get some decent photos.
We bumped into a man that had stopped in the middle of the road, finally pulling off so we could go by and asked if perhaps he had seen a bear to cause him to stop like that. Indeed he had, but his camera wasn't ready so he missed his shot. And we were that close to having seen the bear also.
What we have gotten accomplished are minor "honey do" jobs and routine maintenance on Black Beauty so we're hoping our fuel mileage will increase once more with the new fuel filters and oil change. The tires on the truck and the rig have both been checked because we're pulling out today, heading for Williamsburg. The last time we were in the Williamsburg area we stayed at a campground that was located right next to the railroad tracks and at 2:30 in the morning we were awakened by the blast of a train whistle and thought we were going to get run down it sounded so close! Even closer was a poor young couple in a tent literally right next to the tracks (which were actually hidden by a thick line of trees and bushes)--when we spoke to them the next morning they truly thought they were going to die because it sounded to them like the train was right on top of them! Memories!
And I guess Denny and I will have to eat the entire apple/blueberry pie he baked for Skippy all by ourselves. The sacrifices we make, sometimes!