Aunt C's

Restful Moments

I recently read this quote in Southern Lady magazine

and thought how it described our recent vacation.

 

"Sometimes the most important thing

in a whole day

is the rest we take between

two deep breaths"

                                       ~ Etty Hillesum

 

 

On our recent trip to Virginia and Kentucky,
we looked forward to resting and getting away from
the every day grind of work and responsibility.
 

We seemed to spend all our time in the car, traveling
from place to place. But between miles we
found places to stop and take those deep breaths.
 

During the week we were blessed by many

"moments of rest" as we stopped to enjoy

the beauty of this great country.

 

Here are a few of our memories

as we took a breath and just enjoyed the beauty.

 

 

As we began to leave the flatlands,

low clouds seemed to hug the hills

giving us just a glimpse of the mountains

we were eager to see.

 

 



 

An unplanned stop at Appomattox was an

awesome moment of rest, thanks to the advice of

a gracious lady at the visitors center.

 

 





As I stood at this grave site and looked over

the green fields of the farm, I couldn't help thinking of all 

the soldiers who shed their blood on this ground.

 

 



Colonial Williamsburg was another

rest stop on our journey.

Seeing our early American history come

to life brought a heart of gratitude

for all the brave men and women who fought

for the freedoms I have enjoyed.

This is the Governors home.

 

 



The Jamestown Settlement was maybe my favorite

stop. Some of the earliest history of our

country is wonderfully recreated here. 



We spent a few hours at Yorktown, having lunch and

walking along the boardwalk on the river.

 



 

Looking across the Chesapeake Bay, the sky and

water were breathtaking.

 



 

We also spent time at the Colonial National

Historical Park, following the path of Gen. Washington

as he and his men fought the battle of Yorktown in 1781.

As we left Virginia and crossed over into
W. Virginia, we visited the coal mining town
of Beckley. It was misting rain on this
day as we visited the New River Gorge.

This bridge spanning the river
 is over 3000 feet long and 876 feet high,
making it the third highest bridge in the US.

We drove over it several times, and I don't mind
saying, it is a little intimidating to me.
(I took more than two deep breaths on this one!)

 

 

 I am amazed at the engineering that goes into a structure
of this size, but thankful at the same time.

 
 If not for the bridge in the picture above, this is the bridge we
would have used to cross the New River........after traveling
down the side of one mountain, and then up the side of the
other. Is my flatlander showing??

Whatever the path we chose,
the most important thing for us
is that we traveled it together, sharing
the rest God provides in Him and
the gifts He has given us to enjoy.

Even though we traveled over 3000 miles, and
came home tired of riding, we were rested in spirit,
refreshed from the change in scenery and
looking forward to the next adventure together.
 
Until next time,
                        Carolyn