Back from a weekend road trip to the mountains of WV (about 700 miles RT), to say a last goodbye to my father's tucked in a mountain meadow cabin, his close enough to the river to hear it whisper and roar depending on the season house, the refuge I trekked up a dusty gravelled dirt road to visit most summers for over 40 years, the cabin where I last saw my father alive.
My father's gone and the cabin is going now too, being sold to good hearted folks who will preserve that sanctuary my father built with river stone and felled native WV trees, and who have promised as well to leave untouched the wild flower and grasses meadow my father planted seed by seed, meadow restoration being one of his life works.
The photos were taken along the way. The gravestones are of WV soldiers who were killed in the Civil War, the chair in the shack is a bus stop, the mist & trees were in the Cheat River Valley, the tomato company sign is the back panel of a truck that hasn't been driven in quite a long while.
My father's gone and the cabin is going now too, being sold to good hearted folks who will preserve that sanctuary my father built with river stone and felled native WV trees, and who have promised as well to leave untouched the wild flower and grasses meadow my father planted seed by seed, meadow restoration being one of his life works.
The photos were taken along the way. The gravestones are of WV soldiers who were killed in the Civil War, the chair in the shack is a bus stop, the mist & trees were in the Cheat River Valley, the tomato company sign is the back panel of a truck that hasn't been driven in quite a long while.
