We’d been planning the escape for months: Me, Steve and eight runner-friends were scheduled to camp at Doyle River Cabin, a Potomac Appalachian Trail Club primitive cabin in the southern portion of Shenandoah National Park. Despite the throat infection I’ve been whining about for days, I decided not to abandon those plans. After all, SNP is one of the most healing places I know of.
I spent a lot of time reading and journaling on this rock:
Steve and I took our time driving home, and stopped at every overlook to watch the sunset:
Also, a throat update: My doctor on Monday sent me home with antibiotics, a hard-core nasal spray and a prescription cough syrup that is Everclear to NyQuil’s peach schnapps. So I’m feeling much better now, thanks!