It’s a well known fact how much I love mountains. Anywhere there are mountains, my soul soars with their heights.
I love the farmlands tucked in between the ridges and hollows, fields of green, winding roads and old homesteads, many of which are still occupied and thriving.
I love a countryside dotted with silos and old barns.
Yes, these two lane highways with double yellow lines generally mean you can’t travel as quickly, and the whole road is a “no passing zone."
That can cause a bit of a problem of its own if you happen to find yourself following Farmer Jones as he meanders from one spot to another, in no real hurry to get there – This is, after all, Appalachia. Folks drive as slow as they talk down here.
This is what we call an Appalachian Traffic Jam: