The Highlands
The Highlands chronicles the indelible moments from a three-day backpacking journey through the captivating landscapes, vibrant culture, and warm-hearted people of Grayson County, Virginia. My aim was to capture and reflect upon the lasting impressions that remained with me after deeply immersing myself in the region's spirit and essence. While the countryside presented picturesque pastorals at almost every turn, it's the enduring memories that eclipse even the most scenic vistas. These are the recollections that left a lasting impression after the trip.
The Hills Are Alive With The Sound
We neared a festival just beyond Damascus, VA. The fest was not fancy, more was it large, but rather a genuine community of people simply reveling in each other's company. There were a handful of tents displaying local wares, but the increasing wind and the nip of early autumn had driven most festivities and folks indoors. Drawn into the community center by the strains of Bluegrass — the heartbeat of Appalachia — I was met with music different from what I had known. This wasn’t the polished folk tunes familiar to urban centers, beckoning patrons into trendy breweries and eateries. Instead, it was raw and authentic; a genuine echo of the people and culture that had warmly embraced us. As we departed, the melodies seemed to linger, as if the hills themselves were echoing the sound.
The Inn Keeper
With chilled fingers and rumbling stomachs, we made our way into the Inn, where Paula welcomed us warmly into her General Store. Her vibrant energy spoke volumes of her deep-rooted passion for hospitality and genuine care. We conversed briefly about the intricacies of her establishment before heading to our rooms. Reconvening downstairs later, a hearty meal of Veggie Enchiladas and Gumbo awaited, steaming hot and aromatic. Paula's bustling movements in the kitchen and her nurturing concern for everyone were reminiscent of cherished memories of visiting beloved grandparents or aunts. Dessert was a delightful Cinnamon Bread Pudding à la mode, which we devoured as Paula told us tales of her journey in acquiring and managing the Inn. She spoke of her innate desire to serve, her cherished moments with her husband, who visited from Miami on weekends, and the joy she derived when her children came around. This wasn’t just another tourist stop; it was Paula's labor of love, where she poured her heart and soul for sheer joy and fulfillment.
The Deli At Dawn
On the last day, with some of our group already gone, we awoke ourselves in the pre-dawn hours and congregated down the road at a local gas station, which also doubled as a deli and convenience store. This day promised the longest stretch of our journey, as we charted our return to the starting point via a different route. The day's events were a mystery to most, save for David, who had traversed this path in previous adventures. Sleepily, we fumbled around, ensuring we had enough coffee and biscuits to fuel our morning. As we started pedaling, the world slowly came to life around us, with the sun beginning its ascent in the horizon.
The Jerusalem Road
Just a day before our journey commenced, a tragic event unfolded, claiming the lives of hundreds of Israeli civilians at the hands of Hamas terrorists. The weight of this sorrow lingered throughout our trip, especially among those with friends and family directly impacted by the invasion. Yet, as the sun rose, destiny led us to a little country road named Jerusalem Road. Challenging yet short ascents soon gave way to breathtaking vistas of the rolling countryside adorned with fog, clouds, vibrant blooms, and autumn hues. It seemed as if nature was offering a subtle hint of hope .
