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Originally Posted by Baron Blubba
JoshDad, that picture of you(?) riding up that canyon on that narrow road betwixt the big rocks, that's the kind of fairy tale scene riding I live for. Beautiful. Those are all amazing pictures, thank you.
James, I love your stories from your time here in the Shenandoah Valley, and your insight into the area's history. Thank you.
Here's one from the Cow River this morning. Because it was MOOOOOOOdy.
You can see the Lonely Tree of Skyline Drive slightly left of center, as the mountain dips and becomes obscured by the fog.
Meaningless unless you know what it is, cool if you do! (It's basically the arboreal Northstar of the area: No matter where you are, if you are north of Skyline Drive from even a **great** distance away, you can almost always find that tree on the horizon and follow it to the National Park!)
[IMG] Untitled by Michael Lock, on Flickr[/IMG]
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Thanks, Mike. That’s my buddy. Not only is the riding near Nice epic, but as an American (and a Californian in particular) my sense of geography is skewed. When we were facing a few days of rain that threaten my cycling trip, my buddy Padraig casually suggested going to “Switzerland or Spain for a few days.” That blew my mind. It seemed like a real endeavor.
But Nice to Switzerland or Spain is actually much closer than San Francisco to San Diego. America is huge. Everything in Europe is smaller. The streets. The houses. The cars. And perhaps the people as well.