THE MOUNTAINS EVERY TIME
May 16, 2019
2 minutes
BY C. MORGAN BABST
The man and I drove all day through the Shenandoah Valley and entered the Blue Ridge by sunset, finding the turnoff only after dark. We serpentined into the mountains until our cell service slipped, until we were singing along to a station tuned to silence. The road to Cashiers ambled through
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