Well 'mountain' may be a strong term. They don't really grow mountains out thisa-way. But it's about as close to a mountain as you come East of the Mississippi.
I got up oh-so-early Saturday morning to drive to Harper's Ferry, WV and after being thwarted several times by road construction we finally found a path that we could take and still be on the same side of the river as our car when we were done. We ended up walking up to the view at Jefferson's Rock. At this overlook of the confluence of the Shenandoah and Potomac rivers the former president made the audacious statement "this scene is worth a voyage across the Atlantic." (We all begged to differ just a bit. Though it is a nice view I'm not sure it quite lives up to the presidential hype.) What do you think?
Next, we walked back down to the bottom of the hill, crossed the Shenandoah river by way of an old railroad bridge to meet up with the Appalachian Trail and then up to an overlook looking back onto the town. We killed ourselves (though it did end up being nearly 7 miles all told so we weren't quite as wimpy as we'd thought we were) seeing as how none of us were in the shape we used to be and this being the first hike of the season. (Yeah, let's blame it on that!)
Regardless, it was a gorgeous day. The weather couldn't have been better if we'd ordered it ourselves. And it was great to be out and about enjoying nature and laughing it up with good friends. Thanks for the memories ladies (you know who you are) and let's not too long go before we do it again. I swear my knees and lungs will get used to it if we do it enough, right? I refuse to believe it's just that I'm old! :)