Fall has descended upon us up here in the mountains of Virginia.
Every day a few more leaves turn yellow, orange, and red… and every day the morning fog seems to be a little thicker. I love it.
For some reason I always think of the frontier days during this time of year.
We are way up in the Appalachian mountains. The population here has always been sparse—and that’s accentuated now that the nearby towns have lost roughly 50% of their population over the last several decades.
Apparently this area was predominantly settled by the Scotch-Irish back in the 18th century. They must have been the only ones crazy enough to think they could farm such a rugged, mountainous landscape.
It’s also well-documented that several of the prominent American founders made the trek to these lands once a year back then. Both George Washington and Thomas Jefferson were known to visit this area often. They came specifically to bathe in the hot springs which are prevalent up here.
The springs were considered to have healing properties back then. If you ask the local resort, they’ll tell you the springs still do.
I don’t know. Maybe they know what they are talking about. This is the same resort that was around back then. It was founded in 1766. Both Washington and Jefferson would stay there when they visited.
This kind of history fascinates me. But then my gaze shifts…
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