Some friends and I went camping in the beautiful Shenandoah Mountains of Virginia last weekend. We planned the trip around the Graves Mountain Bluegrass Festival for a weekend of backwoods country fun. The highway we were taking through Virginia also happened to be the main road of the town of Sperryville (population 1300) and the town happened to be having their annual parade and town celebration. We were lucky enough to hit the parade at midpoint when they were letting traffic through and we told to drive alongside the beauty queen and in front of the pink and green spandex clad baton twirlers. We waved at the locals in their lawn chairs lining the street and wished we had brought candy to throw. It was great!
The Shenandoahs were beautiful. We found a great little campsite right along side the Appalachian Trail and met hikers who'd been on the trail for 2 months having started hiking in Georgia. I almost wished I could join them as they continued on the Maine, almost. Being out in the woods, cooking over a fire, hiking, and playing in the water reminded me of so many family vacations long spent, except there was less noogies.
The highlight of the bluegrass festival was the legendary Ralph Stanley. He was pretty fantastic for being as old as dirt. Check him out!
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