I actually went to Strasburg, VA, a very charming town full of antique malls and flea markets. This is a town I would really like to spend several days in.
I then drove south to Woodstock, VA. Even though this wasn't the site of the 1969 Woodstock music festival, it makes me think about that iconic event. I was still just a kid in school, so I didn't attend the Festival, but in my Hippie Days of the 1970s it was talked about a lot.
Then over towards Wolf Gap I went. But I got lost and asked a nice man mowing his yard for directions. He was so cute. He said go down this road 2 or 3 miles and when you see Mike Orendorfs mailbox, turn left. I traveled that road 2 or 3 miles and never did see a mailbox with Mikes name on it, but found the correct turn off none the less.
I traveled straight up the mountain, on a paved road to the campground. Again I was the only one there, except for some day users. The camping pads weren't very good, and no one could park a trailer or fifth wheel on them. The only place big enough for a bus (Leonard) or larger trailer was at a large parking lot just inside the campground.
I actually heard wolves (?) howling. It was awesome.
I spent most of the day there, but didn't enjoy the vibe and about dark I decided to head on towards Brasstown.
I ended up spending the night at a rest stop along I-81.
The bottom photo shows how deep the parking pads are. My tail end is almost in the road. The greens are pretty though - huh?
The story continues with the next mornings adventure.....
