This weekend I knew I needed to finish my taxes. I've put it off this long just because I hate it. But this is crunch time and it needed to be done. I also wanted to go to Hinton again to the open mic evening at Chestnut Revival Coffeehouse. I figured if I was a good girl and kept my nose to the grindstone I could get the taxes done and we could go to Hinton in the evening.
So that's what I did. Got all the figuring done, didn't do the final copy but I figured that was a piece of cake. About the time we decided to leave for Hinton (about 2 1/2hours downstate) the heavens decided to open up. We were undeterred, even by the dire warnings on the radio. Drive slower, we reasoned, take our time and it will be okay. Driving through Charleston we passed this van, plastered with petals. I wonder if the driver knew how beautiful his van looked?
The rain really came down in earnest as we entered the turnpike. Anyone familiar with the WV turnpike knows it's a treacherous road. But it is also beautiful:
Along the way we saw this little waterfall, a result of the heavy rains:
It got a little trickier when we got off the turnpike and on to Rte 20 South. This is one of West Virginia's most beautiful and trickiest roads. It travels the length of the state and there are only a few sections I have not driven. This part, from the interstate into Hinton, follows the Sandstone River. The fog was intense, but oh so pretty:
It was a great evening. We heard country, we heard poetry, we heard original music, we heard blues and even medieval. We hugged friends, made new friends, reconnected with old friends. I hated to leave. But those tax forms were waiting and the deadline is getting close, so by 10pm we were on the road to home.
Next time though, we'll have time to be there longer. We'll leave earlier, explore the town and the abandoned railroad buildings and the rivers (there are three mighty Appalachian rivers that converge here--the Sandstone, the New and the Bluestone). We'll stay for the entire evening at the coffeehouse. Maybe we'll camp out at a friend's place. Then we'll meander home up Route 20, exploring byways as we go. That's all for next time. This time? It was just as much as we needed to get us to that next time.