I did have an actual reason for wanting to go to Delaware: it was the last of the lower 48 states I had left to visit (for those keeping track, Choppy has now been to 27 states). I am pretty sure I was as excited as one can be to visit Delaware. Once there, we spent the night at the beach, and I basked in my newly-minted status as a visitor of all of the Lower 48.
Delaware was going to be a hard act to follow. However, Shenandoah National Park was up to the task. I had no intention of visiting Shenandoah. I had gotten off of the Interstate once we left the suburbs of D.C., figuring on taking my time heading home from the conference. I kept seeing signs for Skyline Caverns and other locations featuring “Shenandoah” or “Skyline” in their names. And then, in Front Royal, Virginia, I came across the entrance for Shenandoah National Park, and the Skyline Drive. I looked at a map, and it wasn’t headed too far out of our way. And so, I hung a left, and Choppy and I found ourselves (unexpectedly) in Shenandoah National Park.
It was a most happy accident.
Shenandoah is a beautiful national park – it has billed itself as an Eastern Park in the Western tradition of National Parks, and I would say that is an apt description. From the incredible vistas, to the large lodge, to the scenic drives and large animals meandering about, it certainly didn’t feel like I was 75 miles from Washington. Choppy and I ended up camping for two nights, and while we had typical camping problems (to be illustrated in a post to come), it was a highly enjoyable trip.
Below are a few pictures from our trip to Delaware and Shenandoah. There are going to be a couple more posts from this trip (one on camping problems, and one on my decision to take Choppy hiking, our previousexperiences with mountain hiking apparently forgotten).