|Old Rag Mountain, VA|
I grew up in VA near the Shenandoah, so the mountains, deciduous trees, acoustic guitar run in my veins. Please bear with me while I wax sentimental. Old Rag Mountain. Hiking with Dad was the best of times. He was always with the slowest hiker, which was me (we'll blame it on being the youngest, though I doubt that was the real reason.) Bear's Den with Mike, my 'brother' and friend, playing his twelve string. Sky Meadow State Park; 11 years old camping out with Dad for the first and last time on snow dusted hills. Poor man, I forgot my pillow. I laid on his arm ALL night (maybe men do know pain.) Long drives down Great Falls Parkway as fast and smooth as I could corner. Drives down quiet roads through untouched fallen leaves. My husband and I were married in fall, my sons were born in fall. And then there's my mother, a new Halloween costume for 3 kids every year, all the way through high school.
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