Virginia, I love you. Passionately. I’m reminded of that fact every time I visit Shenandoah National Park, especially when it’s autumn and the bright leaves almost have me convinced there’s a forest fire spreading across the valley.
I’m very picky about the temperature. I’m grumpy through the sizzling months of summer, require at least three layers before going sledding, and am a frequent complainer about overly air-conditioned offices no matter what the season.