Nothing like riding through the winding highways of West Virginia. As i snaked threw the ridges of the mountains the sun started to rise making pastel pink and purple clouds. The mountains silhouetted against the sky. As i descended down the mountain a cloud or fog was stuck on the top and the highway dipped right under it. I could see the top and the bottom of the cloud. The highways snaked along the ridges and the valleys and through thick forest. After i got of the highway the roads twisted through small towns that most of them had just a church some had post offices or volunteer fire departments. Very few of these towns had stores or gas stations. As i drove for what seemed an eternity i finally arrived at my destination the Greenbrier. It was the biggest resort i have ever seen.
