Sunday morning was cold and very windy again. I was meeting a small group to hike up Seneca Rocks, a spectacular outcrop I'd looked up at admiringly but never scaled. I was driving out to West Virginia and left early so I could take the more scenic route.
The full story as told by the last survivor, who passed away in 1993, is here.
It was pretty chilly every time I stepped out of the car and I was soon scuttling back to the warm interior as soon as I'd taken my shot.
But again I was stepping out from Stuart when I came across this house, awesomely decorated for Halloween. There must have been a small fortune in decorations here and I had to just stand and take it all in before I snapped any photos.
And then I was at Seneca Rocks.
I met up with Gary and his wife Wendy in the visitor center and 2 of their friends, noting that everyone was bundled up warmly. We waited a few minutes to see if any stragglers would appear to join us and then set off.
We scrambled back down lower and sat for a while behind the rocks where there was no wind at all, to chat and munch on snacks. There were a couple of rock climbers there but they told us they'd had to admit defeat due to the strong cold winds. We felt quite proud of ourselves that we hadn't let it beat us. Those views will stay in my mind a long time.
And then it was back in the car to start my drive home.