Issue 63 - A Season in Appalachia
By the time we reached the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains in Virginia,the sun was just rising and burning off the morning fog.It was noticeably cooler as we increased in elevation, which was a welcome change from a sweltering summer.It had been a number of weeks since the weather was bearable - and at our home in Florida, it was especially hot and humid. My wife, Kristin, had looked forward to this vacation for months, as had I; though the main purpose was to visit family, I was promised a fishing outing, and had spent many evenings researching a suitable location. After evenings of pouring over topographical maps and guidebooks,I decided to concentrate on the South Fork of Grant Creek.Grant Creek intrigued me for a number of reasons.
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