Remember when we pulled into the National Park after midnight. It was so dark we couldn't see over a few feet. We drove at a snail's pace.
============= Treece Jeanice =============== Roland James =========================

 

Low clouds greeted us as we rounded corners, everywhere evergreens.
Glimpses of hanging swings and nice rockers, on porches with screens.
Houses restored from last time Teri was here, way back in a bygone year.
Blanketed fields with imported green vines, quietly killing local flora I fear.

One glass blowing factory was a must. So much fun, we visited three.
Goggling at the museum's amazing vases and reading its special history.
Through small slots we watched glass masters pouring red hot soup.
Blowing, bending and forming liquid glass to make a really fancy loop.

When we woke up we found we were in a magnificent live green Cathedral. Wow! What a marvelous resting place.

WEST VIRGINIA

(Mountain State)