My last two days Have been spent driving north on the Blue Ridge Parkway, from North Carolina to the Mile 0 in Virginia. In those 250 miles, I saw so much it was hard to pick just a few images.
The road is one lane each way, with a maximum speed of 45 mph and no commercial traffic permitted, so it was perfect for me. I could toodle along, pull out at overlooks to let the few cars go by me, and take photos to my heart’s content.
I loved this combination of fence and trees.
The parkway is so green that flowers are a rare sight, as are buildings like this old stone church.
I stopped at the James River, the lowest point on the parkway. It was well worth the short walk to the bridge to get this shot.
Just before I finished the drive, I stopped at one last overlook, this one featuring the Rockfish Valley to the east.
It’s an amazing experience to travel the Blue Ridge Parkway, the first rural national parkway. Someday, I want to come back and explore this area in much more depth.
I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery — air, mountains, trees. I thought “This is what it’s like to be happy.”