70: Bucked
G R E E N L A N D G A P, WV Nine years ago, on the last day of July, I hiked one of the east coast’s most remarkable geographies. West Virginia’s Dolly Sods are 17,000 acres of highly-elevated chilly flatness that feel more like a Canadian province than the dramatic undulations found throughout the rest of the Mountain State. Whenever asked about favorite hikes over my forty years of tramping, that Dolly Sods visit nine years ago always enters the discussion. First impressions of remarkable geographies like Dolly Sods thrive in the glow of bewilderment. Experiencing such places for the first time extracts the purest essence and builds the most robust memories. Second impressions only serve to tarnish; dimming the glow. If your memory bank remains full of just first impressions, a trip down memory lane will be bright and delightful. So planning a second visit to Dolly Sods today was a questionable decision. + + + On ...