As luck would have it, Saturday afternoon brought 39-degree sleeting slushing rain and snow--which as you may remember was all the more reason to go off on an adventure.
Saturday stayed chilly and damp, but we didn't mind. We stopped for some world famous peanut soup at the diner in New Market, VA and found our way by dark to a campground deep in the George Washington National Forest, off our favorite road--675. We stayed toasty all night cuddled up in our van in our minus-20 sleeping bags and our heavy-duty dog-shaped van warmers.
Sunday morning dawned without a cloud in the sky.
The campground we stayed in was the Wolf Gap, which is in a gap along Old North Mountain near the West Virginia state line.
On either side are trails up the ridge. We took the Tibet Knob trail, which seemed auspicious.
The afternoon before, I had just been feeling, as I rested my head against Fozzie who rode in my lap as we drove through the sleeting snow, this incredible feeling of oneness with everything.
The dogs, the sleet, Florian, even my old van with the questionable transmission.
That the consciousness we have is one consciousness, and people and animals are vehicles for experiencing one part of it.
Those dogs certainly made the most of their incarnate vehicles.
All three of them were off-leash, tearing about in the snow, loving every delicious smell. Sandy stayed right with us and kept checking in to make sure we were OK and approved of what she was doing.
By early afternoon, the weather had warmed and we came down off the mountain to explore the amazing Shenandoahs. Despite some very unsafe driving practices,
we made it to the Shenandoah river to chase some sticks and enjoy a last blast of summer-like recreation.
Do we really have to wait til after Nutcracker season to do this again?