Yesterday, we went to Chester, Virginia and back. It was a distance of 750.3 miles. We left at 5:55 a.m. and returned 15 hours and 15 minutes later. We sure did get to see a lot of the countryside. Virginia is as beautiful as the songs say it is. We even went through Blue Ridge, VA. The words of the old song penned by Certain and Stacey and made famous by Flatt & Scruggs kept coming into my head until finally I started singing them aloud:
"There's a well-beaten path in the old mountainside
Where I wandered when I was a lad
And I wandered alone to the place I call home
In those Blue Ridge hills far away...
Oh, I love those hills of old Virginia
From those Blue Ridge hills I did roam
When I die won't you bury me on the mountain
Far away near my Blue Ridge mountain home...."
What a great day it was. On the way back, I received two calls from friends wanting to pick Bluegrass and believe it or not, I had to decline from being too tired! Hard to believe, I know.
"There's a well-beaten path in the old mountainside
Where I wandered when I was a lad
And I wandered alone to the place I call home
In those Blue Ridge hills far away...
Oh, I love those hills of old Virginia
From those Blue Ridge hills I did roam
When I die won't you bury me on the mountain
Far away near my Blue Ridge mountain home...."
What a great day it was. On the way back, I received two calls from friends wanting to pick Bluegrass and believe it or not, I had to decline from being too tired! Hard to believe, I know.
RSS Feed