Crossing the Ohio River is the point at which I know that I am out of the South. West Virginia is a sort of transition zone; because of its very concentrated forest-and-mountain landscape, it is hard to see what is going on there while just passing through. Then the land drops to the river and the sky opens up and I'm crossing another scary bridge into rolling hills and farm fields. And I'm free of the claustrophobia that comes over me in those mountains, in any mountains.
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closer to home
Crossing the Ohio River is the point at which I know that I am out of the South. West Virginia is a sort of transition zone; because of its very concentrated forest-and-mountain landscape, it is hard to see what is going on there while just passing through. Then the land drops to the river and the sky opens up and I'm crossing another scary bridge into rolling hills and farm fields. And I'm free of the claustrophobia that comes over me in those mountains, in any mountains.
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Great picture of the bridge, I love those types of steel structures with all the angles and perspectives.
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