the mountains of West Virginia

We are sitting in the living room of our own mill-workers’ cabin in Cass, West Virginia. Unfortunately Cass is entirely closed down for the off-season. But I like seeing this kind of town—I suppose it did quite well at the time of the mill and the timber industry, and grew up around a little railroad station. I am oddly drawn to towns/cities of former glory.

If the first day was about farmland, today was about mountains. We left the highway as soon as we crossed the border into West Virginia and drove up and down through the Appalachians. It doesn’t feel like the middle of nowhere, since you encounter houses and occasionally a small town. But it does feel like a whole lot of nothing. I can’t stop wondering what these people do all day.

We stopped along the way at some kind of space observatory, but I’m sure Michael would be better at describing that.

With love from Cass,

Sarah