The Blue Ridge Parkway is quite close to Randy’s house, so he knows just where to go when we ask for a small hike. We wind up to the ridge for a few tantalizing views, but the first half of the trail wends through the woods, where old cabins have a tendency to disappear and leave their chimneys behind.
The return trip on the ridge supplies views out over the Piedmont and bits of rocky ridge poking up through the grassy meadows. Perfect place for a headstand.
About halfway through the hike we find interesting spiny nut casings. Randy’s son Nathaniel manages to carry one of these all the way back to the car.