High Point: The Road Home

I have to say that I am so happy to be home from High Point. I almost chucked it all and left on Sunday afternoon, but I had an obligation to fulfill and it would have bothered me not to do so.

When I drove down to High Point, I took the fast route – I-95 and I-85, but I realized that I missed driving the slower route, the one that skirts around the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains south of Charlottesville, Virginia. I know the route well, as I have friends whose family owned a winery about 50 miles south of Charlottesville and I went there frequently for several years.

Some places along the road have long swooping curves that follow the creeks that come down from the hills. In other places, you have the mountains rising up on either side of you.

The clouds played across the still leafless hills,

and here and there, you could tell that spring was on its way… several weeks late.

I always love getting my first glimpse of the Blue RIdge mountains, which are the eastern-most part of the Appalachians.

The six-hour long drive gave me a good chance to clear my mind, reflect on the past few days, and settle back down. Thanks so much to everyone for the kind comments and e-mails. It has meant everything to me.

I have hundreds of images to edit, and so I will probably pick up the High Point recaps later in the week.