The Carolinas; slow, soft and sweet… at least that is what comes to my mind. There aren’t many busy bustling cities we have to fight traffic in, most of the time it is a two lane freeway and one could almost feel they are the only soul traveling, until another vehicle passes on the left. The rivers are often still and lull with bare branches reaching into the water from the banks. Who wouldn’t love to be drifting aimlessly down the river with an ice cold tea or lemonade in hand?
Virginia brings much the same feel to me while also feeling like I’m visiting an old soul, being the 10th state in the union I suppose it would. The history is very rich here, most distinguishably in the buildings seen just on the outskirts of major cities. But once you’ve manuvered through the busy byways, it’s the green covered mountains, often cloaked in fog (especially first thing in the morning) that take your breath away. These mountainous roads are filled with curves and ups and downs which allow drivers and their passengers amazing aerial views of untouched nature. I love to imagine what it was like before roads; families navigating through canyons and over steep mountains… and we complain when we have to sit in our climate controlled vehicles in traffic.