The Blue Ridge Wow
Like the Jersey Turnpike, but better
Wow. Imagine an S, twisted along both the vertical and horizontal dimensions, that travels through the greenest places. Plunge, twist, turn, lunge, gasp, smile, repeat. That was and is the Blue Ridge Parkway.
It defied all of my history of road travel, designed as it is not to go somewhere but rather to be there. Along the Blue Ridge Parkway, every mile is your destination. Never have I been on a drive that felt so much like a hike through the woods.
Our second day traveling along the parkway we came to a small town called Little Switzerland. There was a book & record shop, a diner, and wine & cheese shop, and a general store.
Books, wine, & cheese - they have everthing
In other words, it had everything. There was a slow deliberation about everyone there that seemed the perfect manifestation of the parkway: even in motion, everyone was where they needed to be.We ate yogurt and oatmeal at the café, and Dayna bought me a shirt that says ‘Not all who wonder are lost’ from the general store. According to the label, it was made by a company called ‘Life’s Good’ that was started by two guys traveling, living, and selling shirts of their van. It seemed poetic.
