The scenery in the Appalachians was dramatically beautiful. Living out west, I got used to mountains being either gray or brown. Back east, they're all green and lush, with mist rising from the trees. It's like rain forest or something.





The backwoodsy towns along the way had more to them than trailer parks and biscuit places. There was actual industry. Sort of. Like a washboard factory, which is still producing the things. They said about 20% of their customers still use them to do wash with. Hm.



The ladies from the Red Hat Society were pretty fascinated with the whole business, too, including a few giggles over the float used in local parades.


And of course, not everything in the local economy was arts & crafts

there was also, um... modern industry,

not so modern industry (coal mine tours),

and tourism of all sorts (including caverns.)

Plus the real reason we went: a graduating niece. :)

All in all, a memorable trip. Right up there with Route 66, I'd say.
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