I was born and raised in the mountains of Va., and I get back there about once a year. The more things change, the more they remain the same.
For example, the mountains were once home for more moonshine and bootlegging than any other place in the country. Now winerys' are popping up all over place and new skills and crops are replacing the old stills and corn whiskey.
This winery on the Blue Ridge Parkway in the mountains above Stuart. It's just getting started and is a long ways from being an award winning winery. But it has promise, and a couple good wines.
Mabery's Mill on the parkway. Probably one of the most photographed spots in the state. It was a working mill in the 20s, now as a tourist attraction it has walks through the wilderness, demonstration of moon shine stills, honey bees, making bread, the list goes on. I just remember it as a great place to play as a kid.
The mountains around home. The Smokey mountains, named years ago because of the blue haze on the mountains. Compared to Alaska mountains these are just rolling hills but they are just as beautiful.
This was April, 2007. Green and warm and in some ways just as isolating as Alaska. My home town is just a tiny community compared to the city I live in now. I'm more of a city girl than a mountain lass.
For example, the mountains were once home for more moonshine and bootlegging than any other place in the country. Now winerys' are popping up all over place and new skills and crops are replacing the old stills and corn whiskey.
This winery on the Blue Ridge Parkway in the mountains above Stuart. It's just getting started and is a long ways from being an award winning winery. But it has promise, and a couple good wines.
Mabery's Mill on the parkway. Probably one of the most photographed spots in the state. It was a working mill in the 20s, now as a tourist attraction it has walks through the wilderness, demonstration of moon shine stills, honey bees, making bread, the list goes on. I just remember it as a great place to play as a kid. 
The mountains around home. The Smokey mountains, named years ago because of the blue haze on the mountains. Compared to Alaska mountains these are just rolling hills but they are just as beautiful.
This was April, 2007. Green and warm and in some ways just as isolating as Alaska. My home town is just a tiny community compared to the city I live in now. I'm more of a city girl than a mountain lass.
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