By mid afternoon, I had changed my scribbled route and instead of exploring another long trail of twisty roads, I continued on down through Gauley Bridge. I read the historic sign, “Here New and Gauley Rivers unite to form the Great Kanawha River. Piers still stand of the old bridge destroyed by the Confederate troops in 1861. Here Thomas Dunn English, author of the ballad, “Ben Bolt,” wrote “Gauley River.” Later on the Internet, I discovered Gauley Bridge was a major bloody Civil War Battlefield. Since it was on the same sign, I expected the “Gauley River” poem to have something to do with it. It didn’t. You will discover as you travel, or have discovered, every little crossroads has its own fascinating history. The author in the last few lines offered me a suggestion.
The world and its troubles I leave on the shore Of the waters of Gauley; That move evermore.
Leaving my troubles on the shores of the Gauley, I caught US #60, connected with I-64, crossed into Virginia’s Blue Ridge Mountains and called my daughter. “Would you mind if I arrive a couple of days early?” “Mom, I knew you’d do that!” Hmmm, they know me so well. It was good to see the three of them after more than a year and a half. I was over-affectionately received by the new Golden Retriever, Rex, and suspiciously by the two new kittens (in training for completely ignoring me at a later date). The next few weeks were filled with activities, some of which I reported in my October column (rvlife.com under Silver Single and Solo) on grandson, Will.
As you have probably surmised by now, this blog is not uploaded in “real” time, but I wanted to tell you about the various stops that took me on this loop around the country and that takes time. If you have comments, I’d love to hear from you and answer any questions.’ God Bless until next time.