connecting two mountains (well, hills) in southwestern Virginia.
When I was here last, I clung to my grandfather's knees (that's about
how tall I was) and was fascinated by the park rangers, the history,
the lush natural surroundings. Thomas Jefferson had owned the bridge
at one time and George Washington initialed it.
What a difference marketing makes.
My excitement ebbs as I drive past tons of aging fake stuff geared
toward making kids and parents miserable because it's all touristy
kitsch: a zoo, a safari, an enchanted forest, a wax museum,
FOAMHENGE!! and, alas, right at the visitor's center for the famed
natural landmark, a fake cowboy riding a fake dinosaur. Blekk.
We're outta here. No one's getting our dollar.