The Shenandoahs

The past few days have been spent in the Shenandoah national park.  The night before heading up on skyline drive we stayed in Shenandoah river state park.

Once heading up onto skyline drive, we did not get very far.  The stunning overlooks kept us pulling over and we only made it to Matthew’s arm campground, about 25 miles in.

With rain threatening, we set up the tent room so we would have shelter in case of rain. However we seemed to gravitate outdoors, as the rain passed with only a sprinkle.

We made fried up spicy potatoes and mushrooms for dinner using up the last of our propane. Whoops. Until the end of the park we are stuck with the backup camp stove (a very nice MSR backpacking stove). With a wonderful campfire we worked on a cosmic threads gig proposal, and called it a night in our little guy.

Come morning we got up earlyish, and without propane we has a simple meal and packed up camp.  After packing up camp we found we had a dead car battery, so we hiked down to find help, and with a jump we were on our way.

More scenic views and another night off skyline drive is in store for us today. After an wonderful drive we arrive in the south most campground, loft mountain around 2pm for a relaxing last night on skyline dr.

After positioning the little guy at our site we noticed that the power is out in the camper, which is odd since Citizen just metered the battery at 11 volts.  With some investigation and Sarah rtfmd (read the fr***ing manual) of the trailer we found the battery fuse was blown.

Odd, since 45 min ago at a overlook the little guy had power when Citizen finally got to brushing his teeth, halfway through the day. After quickly locating the spare and replacing the dead fuse, thankfully the trailer came back to life.

We then pulled the bikes off the trailer and prepped Sarah’s for a ride while Citizen rested since he’s coming down with a minor cold.

Renewed we bike down to the amphitheater to see a fantastic story of a one in a thousand year storm for the Shenandoah region.  In 1995 this storm created mud slides that with 30 in of downpour turned into debris flows that were flood rivers of mud that caused all havoc.

Awakening in Loft Mountain, we found a dense fog had settled on the mountain. We packed up camp while a damp mist clung to everything we touched, but warm coffee from the thermos kept us feeling all right.

We checked out of loft mountain and prepared to do the last 20 miles of skyline drive with almost no visibility, Citizen at the wheel, Sarah knitting and editing this blog post, and Ott – Mir playing on the stereo.