After a peaceful night at a Moose Club in Vinton, a small town near Roanoke, VA. we got back on the parkway. A morning haze covered the peaceful mountain, heavy with leafy trees.
Here, we see the first wild rhododendrons in bloom, not that my through-the-window pictures do them justice. Rocks vary the landscape.
The park design was deliberately zig-zagged to take advantage of the view, always the views were the foremost consideration. As below, the James River.
At Otter Creek Camp Ground, which was unexpectedly open, we found a drivethrough spot right along the burbling Otter Creek.
We explored, walked, read a bit. No sooner finished, Jim brought in the chairs and boom. The thunder commenced and a heavy downpour enveloped us as we sat safe inside with our dinner cooking on the stove. (Glad we were not in a tent.)
Finally the rain ceased. Neighbors Frank and Diane Wilson came by to chat. They were driving in the downpour and got caught about a quarter mile before the campground by a downed tree. A new ranger, without a chainsaw had just come from a class on learning to use a chainsaw. We had a laugh over that. The tree was cut with a handsaw, with the help of travelers, and all turned out well.