A steamy Aug Sunday morning jaunt
Was out early and had some time to kill while waiting for the high ground fog to lift. So I paused in front of the liar’s bench in the megalopolis of Williamsburg, WV
81*F at 8:30 a.m. It was going to be a warm one.
High ground still socked in but I started up anyway.
Some enterprising road contractor has bought a rock crusher and is using native sandstone. Must have gotten tired of trucking in the Greenbrier Limestone (light grey stone along the berms) from the valley. Haven’t seen that since the main timber haul roads were built back in the late 60s/early 70s.
Was a curious lil’ dudette/dude. Mom was well off in the brush already.
Close-up of a hardwood pulp clearcut. Charmin rolls by the gagillion.
I had ridden 5 miles to that orange gate post past the treetop and it was only 100 yards to a main haul road, so
But the scenery was stellar.
Now you would think that when anyone with half a brain came to this at the first hollow under the top of the mountain they would have enough sense to reroute…not me.
And two miles later…
6 foot down and looks like it was sliced with a knife.
Hard to believe this placid mountain stream cut the road in one brief afternoon.
One time I was glad to have encountered a locked gate.
A mine haul road bridge out in the next watershed over.
3 miles downstream from here where the North and South Forks of Big Clear Creek come together 4 or 5 elderly folks lost their lives in the late June flood.
To put this drivel to bed on a lighter note; streamside butterflies enjoying being wild .
