Dear Friends and Family, What sights! They take my breath away. After I last posted I searched for a trail near me and found one only three miles away. Wow, was it ever a pretty trail! It started out going through a tunnel through Mountain Laurel. Then steps down to a falling creek (or "run" as they call them around here). The ground covered with colorful leaves and some snowing down in front of me. There were trees and mosses growing on giant rocks. Golden leaves were floating on a crystal clear stream. There were lots of pretty and interesting fungus/mushrooms. And the walk was just the right length. I hooked up my trailer that night and on Sunday I pulled out of my site 63 at Chestnut Ridge Campground by seven a.m. Google said it would only take me four hours to get to my destination. I knew better. I gave my next campground host in Fries, VA and estimated arrival time of two or three p.m. As it turned out, I didn't even make that. Why? Well there were lots
Letters to friends from a young-old woman, author and life explorer. This is Susan's journal of continuing travel adventures, goofy mishaps, and life experiences.