On the road south and west to the Shenandoah Valley, people tell you all sorts of things.
In Southern Pennsylvania, a woman walked up to me and complimented my (recently thrifted) hiking boots.
For that brief drive through West Virginia, after two Jersey girls struggled to pump their own gas and finally succeeded, a man called to us, "Ya'll a long way from home, ladies!"
|Visitors, on the river|
And then, hiking through this national park of streams, mountains, valleys and waterfalls, the silence is most striking. Once you've made it to Shenandoah, it's quiet.