It’s another naming problem. Breaks Interstate Park is one of two parks in the US that is in two states. About 99.8% is in Virginia, with the rest in Kentucky. The park is really close to...nothing! Thirty-five miles of winding narrow roads through the Appalachian Mountains and you’re there. It’s not the most beautiful campground, but $28 a night for full hook ups doesn’t leave feeling gypped.
It’s Friday night which is date night. For dinner, we had shish-ka-bobs. Little tiny potatoes (1/2” in diameter - oh yeah definitely Whole Food offering), pearl onion (Deb loves them, if someone else peels them), heritage cherry tomatoes, with New York strip steak.
The hike was somewhat ambitious and we were somewhat apprehensive due to various posts about trails that go nowhere, and hikers lost until after dusk. With my trusty phone (With GPS) we headed out for a really fantastic hike. This is called the Grand Canyon of the East, and in fact is the deepest gorge east of the Mississippi, but I am fairly certain that whoever named it that had not actually seen the Grand Canyon.
Strangely enough, we did not get lost, did not fall off the cliffs surrounding the gorge, or require park ranger assistance. We also found out that if you leave the park and go through Kentucky and West Virginia, it’s a much more pleasant trip.
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