On the Blue Ridge Parkway, a stop for a little bluegrass at the Blue Ridge Music Center..........Daisy had no opinion about the selections.
The speed limit in the first section, Skyline Drive through Shenandoah National Park, is 35 mph. The park is less than two miles wide but over 100 miles long. On either side, the valley is green, the river winds, and I can hear the song with the same name in my head. "Oh Shenandoah, I long to see you.....and hear your rolling river...."
Little towns dot the landscape, but it is still largely agricultural. It was food that made the valley so coveted a prize in the civil war. In the town of Front Royal, markers describe the only urban battle in the civil war and the cunning moves of Stonewall Jackson, outnumbered by the Union forces but not outfoxed.
The park service has preserved split rail fences along the parkway....a delightful way to separate the picturesque farms from the highway. At one waypoint, five styles of spit rail fence are on display.
The artisty and the beauty of the stonework, the winding, undulating highway, the waypoints, the overlooks, all built during the Great Depression, convince me that the our current recession would be worth suffering through if one more Parkway were built with our tax dollars. I find it sad that nothing permanent like this drive in the clouds will be left to show for our investment in bailouts and rescues. I'd rather have a scenic highway than AIG.