From Clarksburg to Winchester, we "snaked" our way through. I say "snaked" because of the constant road signs warning of curves ahead. These were the "15 miles an hour" type curves in which you can see your own tail lights because the car is bending in the middle to make it around the hairpin!
Debby really liked Grafton, West Virginia and said "I could live here." Don't get too excited; she says that about everywhere we go. But Grafton was a great example of a small West Virginia town. The broader streets run horizontal along the side of the mountain with tiny alleyways running vertically between them. Turning up or down one of the alleyways was a real act of faith. I don't think anyone could possibly drink alcoholic beverages in Grafton because if you had just one too many and stepped out your front door, you would be rolling at least half way down the mountain and land in the road a couple of streets below, unless you hit the neighbor's house in front of you.
After an intense 150 mile drive, we got to the hotel a little early and had a really relaxing float in the pool.
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