I took an ill-fated drive down to Greene County today, my day off. I've made October trips to Greene County, PA, ever since I learned that Martha Stewart Magazine called it one of the best places in the US for fall foliage. A recent book, which I plan to purchase, claims that it is the most haunted county in America. Ghosts, cryptids, unexplained phenomena. I don't believe in any of it, but it's fun to pretend. This time around, I went looking for the monument at the southwesternmost corner of the state, which I never found. I ended up getting a little lost on country lanes. I did stray across the unmarked Mason Dixon Line and into West Virginia, where the already narrow roads became somehow steeper, and narrower, with longer drops to the sides. No idea what I'd have done if there'd been a vehicle coming toward me on one of those roads. (The one pictured here in in PA and wide by comparison.) I wended through Littleton, WV, which has the lowest per capita income in the state at $6,034, and perhaps the lowest in the nation. Whereas folks tend to be friendly and welcoming in most of the Mountain State, the people around Littleton did not look pleased to see a gay-looking little white Kia with PA plates! The did not return my affable West Virginia two-finger-off-the steering-wheel-salute. They just stared with eyes hard-set.
Anyhow, HERE is a link to a more pleasant quadrant of West Virginia: a backpacking trip at Dolly Sods over Indigenous Peoples' Day weekend.
HERE is a link to a jumbled and random photo dump of our busy summer full of domestic and international travel, including Mexico, Panama and Costa Rica.
And HERE is a September trip to the old "lunatic asylum" in Weston, WV, which is creepy!
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