Oooo Mountain Mama!

When John Denver asked West Virginia, Mountain Mama, to take him home on a country road, surely he was speaking of wonderful scenery and foliage under a blue sky and warm breezes blowing in an open window- NOT what we found traveling through the mountain state in 20 degree temperatures with occasional white outs and snow squalls and icy bridges. A 6 hour jaunt finally saw our arrival at Flatwoods, W. VA. After the day of driving we had, I was praying that Flatwood was appropriately named. But guess what? The joint must have been named on April 1, cause it was nearly as big a joke as this weather. We did make it up and over the ridge and into our mountain side site that was better suited to a mountain goat or maybe a mountain bike, but not a big coach- although that's how they market the new campground which is associated with Days Inn which sits up on top of the mountain. We were invited to use the pool, the bar, the restaurant, the spa of the Inn as part and parcel of the camp site, but we would certainly have "froze ourselves" to death walking back down the hill, assuming we did not wipe out coming down the icy drive and break our backs first. So we "holed up": only 7 PM and plenty of light- but snowing like crazy again, so the night shades which have some insulation properties are pulled down tightly to conserve heat and the diesel furnace is firing on high. It's cozy, just not what we hoped for. No idea how the harry we will get back up and over the ridge in the AM on icy roads, but that is the challenge for tomorrow!!!