Last month, before the shut down and near my birthday, Good Man and I went hiking at Shenandoah National Park. Most traces of the previous families who lived on the land was erased when the park was formed, but there are some signs that indicate the park was not all wild land. We focused on that area near the northern entrance to the park.
At a different location there was an old barn in remarkably good condition, along with a cellar.
From the Inside
Hiking on an Early Sunday Morning
View of the Valley
Ready to Go Home
Flitting off in Shenandoah