The coolest and most unexpected was Capon Springs Resort in West Virginia. We were riding down what we thought was just another country lane, skirting a national forest, when we came upon this beautiful, 100-year-old resort.

We're still scoping out real estate possibilities in Virginia. Today we ended up exploring parts of Shenandoah County. Fort Valley, to be specific. Hubby plotted the route. I had no idea we'd actually be driving through a friend's town. We'll have to stop in for a visit next time.

We were on this very narrow gravel road that I kid you not must have been chiseled into the side of the mountain. According to Hubby's GPS, we were on "Highway" 691. It was unlike any highway I've ever seen, but we enjoyed it.
That's where I snapped one of what I call my Rainy Shenandoah images. The other one is below. There's a term for clouds hanging over valleys like this, but it has escaped me.
As we were driving, I said to Hubby, "See. If I were a Forest Ranger, I'd get paid to drive on roads like this all the time."
He said I'd get tired of it. I think not.


It was a nice road, really, but it's definitely not a road we'd want to be traveling on motorcycles in the rain.
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