Just north of Roanoke today. I decided an impromptu detour would be a fun 4th of July activity. Exiting the Interstate traffic’s high-speed hum, we launched out on an unplanned road trip exploring the west-central mountains of Virginia. Before long, winding through Old Dominion’s vast rural stretches of forests amazed me . . . not Alaska . . . but definitely impressive for an East Coast Lower 48er as the pic confirms.
However, Google doesn’t reside there . . . No cell service + Remote mountains + Unfamiliar roads = LOST! . . . a situation I’m no stranger to and suddenly confronted us on our expedition.
A basic survival axiom for lost travelers is to keep heading downhill . . . unfortunately that doesn’t apply when your journey is a 2:1 traverse, seemingly logging two vertical miles for every horizontal one traveled.
Fortunately, our gasoline resources exceeded my ADHD spontaneity. We eventually emerged from the wilderness 40 miles south of Roanoke and resumed our Interstate return route home to TN, thereby adverting becoming Virginia’s most recent Search & Rescue mission.
We later found out that an accident on the Interstate near Roanoke had closed it for hours . . . how’s that for astute trip planning? Methinks it was more attributable to why all my guardian angels are bald, and Proverbs 16:9’s assurance . . .
“A man plans his way, but the Lord directs his steps.”
Keep Looking Up . . . His Best is Yet to Come!
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