Today felt strange, and wonderful. I walked out of my hotel room, and saw something familiar. Not “I’ve lived here for years” familiar, but definitely somewhere I’ve been before. It’s been a long time since I had that impression on this trip. More importantly, that horrible cold front finally moved out, so the sky was clear and warm. In late November, it was warn enough to drop the top, almost certainly for the last time this year. The Shenandoah Valley is beautiful, even with no leaves on the trees. Hills roll away to a long mountain chain in the distance, the Blue Ridge. With the great scenery and weather, I decided to squeeze in one last sight before the long drive ahead. The area’s largest but also most impressive tourist trap was just the place: Natural
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