A gloomy, winter train ride to West Virginia

There's something so wonderful for me to take the train back east through Appalachia. Like some kind of (hopefully) less-terrible Henry Lightcap, the mountains of the east still have my heart. They're smaller and constantly under the attack by subdivisions, just like everything other part of American wilderness it seems, but these hills are where I spent my childhood and there's no feeling quite like going back to them.

Yes, the foul weather slowed me down while in Harpers Ferry, but there's an undeniable beauty to the gloomy weather when looking out on it from the warm comfort of the train.