“Holy Shit! This is where I’m from!” I can’t even count the times that I said this to myself when I was home this past week. While at home, I spent time boarding, hiking, and running and during those times I honestly felt complete bliss. Seriously, I could just stop where I was and just see natural pure beauty all around me. The river, the sky, the trees, even the freaking dirt and the rocks, and best of all, I was the only one doing it. On one trail, I jogged/hiked for four miles and saw two people. Two people! Another trail was three miles of COMPLETE solitude. I’ve always loved that I grew up in West Virginia, but it took me until this past week to realize that I truly grew up in Paradise, and I couldn’t be more lucky!
