After my 5 day imprisonment at the house during Snowmageddon, and then 3 days behind my desk at work, I was really ready for the weekend. The sun was shining and the temperature was a balmy 45 degrees; I was getting out of Dodge!
My first port of call was Waterloo Bridge, a few miles from home. This has been closed for 2 years and it's looking like it may not be saved. I last visited it in 2013, post is here, when it was still open. Today, it stood silently, awaiting its doom, and I was a little saddened to see that since the snow only one other person had trekked out to see it. (There was only one other set of footprints in the snow).
Thanks to Facebook I knew the park was open today and praised the ranger at a job done so quickly. The whole central section had been cleared, but the top and bottom roads were still ice covered. Even so, it was great to be allowed up on the ridge to witness the spectacular snowy scenery below us. Some adventurous folks were hiking with snowshoes, but there was still a good 18" or more on the ground and I had no desire to hike in that, or take a tumble, so I made do with getting out of the car at the overlooks to enjoy the views and crisp, fresh air.
Once I was off the mountains I drove to the Luray area. I was heading for a remote farm that I'd come across months before, hoping to call a phone number I'd spotted on the gate previously to ask permission to look around. But the notice was gone, maybe due to the storm, so I stepped out of the car to take just some shots from the road.
The sun was starting to drop down towards the horizon, a good reason to start heading homewards. I managed to get back near Marshall before it got too dark, catching some sunbursts and long shadows on the snow, and conscious of the rapidly dropping temperatures each time I stepped out from the nice warm car.But I soon had enough, and finished the drive back to a cozy warm house where 2 chubby cats and a hearty stew were waiting for me.