Amicalola Falls to Lewisburg
Amicalola is a Cherokee word meaning tumbling waters. We made a stop at the falls on our way out and hiked down a path to a point midway down the falls to a wooden bridge with staircases up and down.
The drive to (Almost Heaven) West Virginia repeated the route from last night on 52 and 76 before turning north to join with I-75, I-40 and I-81.
Jeri was tired of making and eating sandwiches so it was fast food for lunch. After climbing up towards the Appalachian ridge on I-77 to Princeton, we took WV 20, 3 and 63 towards Lewisburg. Beth pointed out that they didn’t need to go as far as NZ – the mountains here are right out of LoTR; wild and beautiful.
Our accommodation this evening was a small one room tiny house with a campsite next door. We volunteered Beth for the house and Jeri and Tim took the tent. Beth got the fire going whilst Jeri heated up some chili and Tim attended to important bottle opening duties. We sat in the twilight watching deer cross the meadow in front of us and later waited for the fire to die down as we watched the moonrise.
