I went into the weekend feeling 40/60 about bears: 40% hoping to see one, 60% terrified I would. Well, turns out I needn’t have considered it. No bears in sight! In fact, we had to strain to see much of anything at all. For most of our visit, the park was covered in some of the thickest fog I’ve ever seen, giving the heavy woods an otherworldly feel. It was one of the creepiest, yet prettiest things I’ve ever beheld (or sort of beheld).
I’m clearly still feeling my way through the whole “nature” thing. I’m in awe of it and inspired by it, yet, to put it frankly, I’m terrified of it at the same time. After our trip to Grand Teton and Yellowstone National Parks last year, we knew we had to see more. Shenandoah is an easy drive from our Philadelphia home base, is supposed to be amazing to see in the fall, and has an interesting history.
I’m already planning next year’s trip to the Smokies in my head. This time, I might make it a mile before giving up. Here’s to second chances!