Yes, that's right, I've made it all the way to Elkins, West Virginia. Why, I'm almost to the East Coast.

Regarding WV, put your preconceptions aside. I've been here already six hours, and I've not once been "jacked," robbed, marked as a tourist city slicker and tailed by toothless mountain folk in a '42 Ford pickup and run off the road, nor any other bad things. The people are generally friendly, and, despite driving in on the Robert C. Byrd Highway (D-WV), I haven't had to use my snood nor my papal denunciation even once.

Tomorrow, I'm going to go check out Seneca Rocks, and I might stay overnight if I intend to climb it. Or, I might just check it out and then get the highpoints of WV, MD, and PA, and then continue moving north. Blogging will be light, as the room I'm staying in doesn't even have three-prong outlets, and I'm paying extra to connect to my ISP through their 800 number.