|This is what our mountain-top vacation cabin is supposed to look like on a sunny day.|
I am not a go-live-on-the-top-of-a-mountain kind of woman.
This was never more apparent to me than after spending four rainy days in the hills of West Virginia with our daughter, her roommate and her roommate's family, the Browns.
My husband and I didn't realize we'd need an SUV with four-wheel drive to get to the cabin. We were driving a Honda Accord. About one fourth of the way up the mountain, the bottom of our car scraped the stony road and we got wedged in the middle of nowhere without good cell-phone reception. Luckily, we had texted the Browns our arrival time. They met us (in a SUV with four-wheel drive) and helped us ease our car off the rocks. With their guidance, we were able to turn around so we could head back down the mountain.
|The backyard view from our cabin.|
When we arrived at the cabin, we found it to be spacious and comfortable with views of the surrounding hills enshrouded in clouds. But half-way into our mini-vacation, I realized being in the mountains of West Virginia was not for me. I wasn't stoked about campfires and having smoke permeate my clothing. I wasn't crazy about hiking and having mud cling to my hiking boots. I wasn't thrilled about mice and having them gnaw in the bedroom throughout the night.
|Blackwater Falls, WV|