Showing posts with label BLUE RIDGE PARKWAY. Show all posts
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Thursday, June 7, 2012

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New Discoveries in South Western Virginia

Rural Virginia. It's hard to imagine a place that let's you feel as though you've dropped back into an easier time. A time of grace and beauty. The hardness of the great slabs of rock, with only their domes left uncovered in the field where the livestock graze. Land not good for much else. When you gaze across the country side at the hills of South Western Virginia, you are able to grab a sense of how the people of this state were influenced and molded.  Rock and greenery, hand in hand in the fields: easy going, rough and hardy, sweet and bawdy...is South West Virginia.


Reminiscent reminders of grander times are all around.  Grand mansions, losing their grip to the ravages of time and neglect.


Barns left to the sages of time. Housing not work animals or tractors, but the wild critters such a coons, bats, and small night foraging mammals.  Man has filled some of the barns with the items he loves to save, and forgets them as quickly as he does the barn.




As you ride through the countryside, you will run across places and things that help define the South's role in the Civil War.  This next photo is of the brine kettles. In a town known as SALTVILLE, you will find these kettles, which supplied 1/3 of  all the salt used by the Confederate Army.  The salt came from brine water found in pockets beneath the soil. It was pumped to the surface and the water boiled away in these kettles, leaving behind...life giving SALT.


And here is the original "Walking Beam" pump from the Civil War time period. No...I don't know how this pump was powered. It didn't say, and I haven't found anything on the web to explain it. Sorry.


Then, there are the many log cabins still to be found. I love the shutters and always try to grab the photography of the shutters. I kinda think this is a reproduction of a cabin from long ago. I don't think they had nails with this kind of head on them. But it is still a nice contrasting photo of wood and metal. I think the hinges are original.



I found an excellent road running from Saltville to Tazewell. I ignored the sign's suggestion to continue on 601.  I kept my heading on VA-91 north. That's where a five mile stretch of gravel road comes into play. A well maintained section of road, it was wide, it was scenic, and in some sections it was a bit dangerous for a 2 wheeled vehicle like a Harley Davidson. But a rider who has confidence and experience will travel this road like it is a good paved surface...it was just that fine.  I liked he ability the road gave me to relive some of my "glory" days as a wanna be flat-tracker.



This photo shows how well maintained it is. A baby could ride this easily enough...except maybe his big wheel...front wheel might not roll to good on some of the larger chunks of rock?


What views VA-91 afforded. It was a good fun ride. Including amazing views and a fun technical ride too!


I have one last photo to leave you with.  This is the reason I didn't ride the Blue Ridge Parkway this day...but oh gosh...isn't this a wondrous view?


Wednesday, May 16, 2012

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BLACK CLOUDS

lyrics by SAMIAM

black clouds hang over you
like anvils on a string
they follow you everywhere so
don't stand so close to me

they gather while you're sleeping
and wait above your bed
and when you open up your eyes
they strap themselves fast to your head

dreamed through another starless night
awakened by the gloom this morning
I keep myself buttoned tight
these storms come without warning
there seems to be no end in sight
this shit could last forever
I've been through this before
there's no predicting weather you

will find your way around
whatever's got you down
whatever's got you down

the lines across your brow
tell me the entire story
I won't be listening
while you go on about your fears and worries

dreamed through another starless night
awakened by the gloom this morning
I keep myself buttoned tight
these storms come without warning
there seems to be no end in sight
this shit could last forever
I've been through this before
there's no predicting weather you

will find your way around
whatever's got you down
whatever's got you down

you blow into the room
I pour myself some shelter
I know the storm is coming soon
I'm sensitive to changes in pressure

I spent another sleepless night
on your couch tossing and turning
sometimes I don't know why I try
I think my neck is broken

there seems to be no end in sight
this shit could last forever
I've been through this before
there's no predicting weather you

will find your way around
whatever's got you down
whatever's got you down
can you find your way around
whatever's got you down
you're bringing us all down 

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

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AMERICAN STORM

AMERICAN STORM:


Words and music by bob seger 

Headin' out on some uncharted path 
You soon turn back 
It happens time and time again 
You never seem to reach the end 
Someone's out there on the street tonight 
When things go wrong 
He'll guarantee to make them right 
If the price is right 

Every time I look you're fallin' fallin' 
Beaten by the wind 
Every time I turn around he's there again 

It's like a full force gale 
An american storm 
You're buried far beneath a mountain of cold 
And you never get warm 
It's like a wall of mirrors 
You charge `em at full speed 
You cover up - you hear the shattering glass 
But you never bleed 
You never feel the need 
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/b/bob+seger/american+storm_20021946.html ] 
Everybody casts a certain light 
A special gift 
It's theirs to use for wrong or right 
When you face the night 
More and more we choose the easy way 
We take no risks 
We figure out which games to play 
And how to make 'em pay 

Suddenly the pressure's fallin' fallin' 
Skies have all turned grey 
Suddenly the storm is heading straight your way 

It's like a full force gale 
Atop a mountain of cold 
You tell your story again and again 
And it never gets old 
It's like a wall of mirrors 
You charge 'em at full speed 
You cover up - you hear the shattering glass 
But you never bleed 
You face a full force gale 
An american storm 
You're buried beneath a mountain of cold 
And you never get warm - no you never get warm 
You face a wall of mirrors 
You charge 'em at full speed 
You cover up - you hear the shattering glass 
But you never bleed 
You never feel the need