Just returned ... spent ... after spending a few days wandering the Roaring Plains and Flatrock Plains (plus an hour or so at the Sinks of Gandy) in wild & wonderful West Virginia. We were buttressed against one of my favorite places in the known universe: Dolly Sods. She, in all her glory, was visible across valleys throughout, as were other fine sights.
...'twas as if in a dream, a place I'd seen sleeping many times before, but real this time, with some wild & wonderful dude named Alfie leading the way.
Down toward camp
Roaring Plains above
Atop Roaring Plains
Roaring Plains down toward eastern front
Valley view before him
Alfie wuvs the wocks
View of Dolly Sods from Camel Rocks on Flatrock Plains
Roaring Plains Trail is typical of Sods hiking.
Sinks of Gandy features a high-mountain stream flowing into the large mouth of a cave.
Tuesday morning, before returning home, we hiked up the
Roaring Plains a second time, and approached its edge.
The edge
Trip note: When sleeping, my buddy snores to such a degree that it warrants comparison to the snorting of a gal bear in heat. Bears populate the plains area heavily, and this co-tenter had no hard time imagining strident males bearing down on our tent and Alfie's amorous snores. As an act of self preservation, nightly, once Alfie's din would start, I'd softly slip to our nearby vehicle and zonk there. Relief, though, would set in when my big buddy safely clambered back to the Suzuki each morning, uneaten.
Thanks for looking,
Whip'd
...'twas as if in a dream, a place I'd seen sleeping many times before, but real this time, with some wild & wonderful dude named Alfie leading the way.
Down toward camp
Roaring Plains above
Atop Roaring Plains
Roaring Plains down toward eastern front
Valley view before him
Alfie wuvs the wocks
View of Dolly Sods from Camel Rocks on Flatrock Plains
Roaring Plains Trail is typical of Sods hiking.
Sinks of Gandy features a high-mountain stream flowing into the large mouth of a cave.
Tuesday morning, before returning home, we hiked up the
Roaring Plains a second time, and approached its edge.
The edge
Trip note: When sleeping, my buddy snores to such a degree that it warrants comparison to the snorting of a gal bear in heat. Bears populate the plains area heavily, and this co-tenter had no hard time imagining strident males bearing down on our tent and Alfie's amorous snores. As an act of self preservation, nightly, once Alfie's din would start, I'd softly slip to our nearby vehicle and zonk there. Relief, though, would set in when my big buddy safely clambered back to the Suzuki each morning, uneaten.
Thanks for looking,
Whip'd