While I was walking the dog on a grassy knoll at a West Virginia highway rest area, the Harvey seemed so tiny compared to our friend’s pickup and toy hauler behind it. But when you’re driving the RV and tugging the trailer along a winding mountain road, it doesn’t feel quite so tiny. It’s all about your perspective, I s’pose.
Blue Star Memorial Marker
I-79 S Rest Stop North of Morgantown
Placed: September 19, 1986
We parked for a few days at the Devil Anse staging area of the Hatfield-McCoy trail system in Matewan, West Virginia. The Harvey again looking tiny amidst the brutalist stylings of the flood wall and the hulking toy hauler.
The Kool-Aid was strong.
When you’re in town, you’re always aware of the wall. It had an interesting psychological influence.
Matewan sits on the Tug Fork River. It creates a border between West Virginia and Kentucky. In the morning fog while the rest of the world was asleep I got to walk Lilo to Kentucky. I never imagined myself saying such a thing. Just goes to show you that life is continually full of surprises.
Lilo liked the railroad doings and activated her lead-weight superpowers whenever we were close by. This made no sense to me since she is terrified of loud noises. When the trains came squealing, clacking and honking through – she was unfazed. But set off the smoke alarm in the RV with BBQ grill smoke coming in from outside? It’s the end of the world. We’re all gonna dieeeeeeeeee!
Foggy morning on the bridge, looking towards West Virginia and the Matewan flood wall.
Something about that Kentucky logo makes me think of cigarette packaging. Weird.