March 18, 2021
Canaan Valley, WV
From a moving car
the eye rides over a landscape,
this time on route 33 west of
Gordonsville and past the
highly favored BBQ Exchange.
The road presses forward
in rhyme to the rolling foothills
that will grow in ascent as we
travel west into, perhaps, the
oldest mountain range on earth.
Worn low by receding
and advancing glaciers,
these mountaintops once
towered higher than the
tallest Rockies, well before
the oldest Beartooth
was even conceived.
But time has domesticated
and forested their worn folds,
deepening their hold
on human life and habitation,
and into one particular valley,
the highest East of the Mississippi,
we are both delivered and received,
along with five inches of
fresh powder that will, no doubt,
foster honey and divine milk.
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