5th Street Overpass near the Virginia Museum of Transportation. Mill Mountain is in the background. If you look closely at the sixth photo, you can see what looks like a gutted fighter jet to the right of the two antiquated trains. I can only assume those are connected with the museum. (So, too, is the rusting hulk in the seventh.)
These are just a few shots of the City of Roanoke in the vicinity of Mill Mountain. I really like the style of the houses here, although I don’t know what it is. They’re truly immense, despite looking a bit boxlike.
Here’s my plan, anyway. I’m going to find out where that adorable lady cop’s regular patrol is, and then shoot past her in my car doing 70. When she pulls me over and asks to see my license, I’ll just wink slyly and ask if she means my poetic license.
My Side of the Mountain. Looking for Frightful and The Baron.
That view is extraordinary, isn’t it? Mill Mountain rises to around 1,750 feet, and these were taken when my alumbuds and I were at or near the summit.
My baby groundhog buddy came back, but he’s shy all of a sudden. See the little twerp peeking out of the storm drain?
When I posted his picture on Facebook, however, Blog Correspondent Pete Harrison immediately cautioned me that he might NOT be a groundhog. (And me all alone in my little yellow raincoat!)
