Where It All Began
Everyone's mountaineering began somewhere; mine started among the rock outcrops of Blue Ridge peaks such as Old Rag, Sharp Top, and Grandfather Mountain. Since those early days, I've spent plenty of time among and atop the spectacular mountains of the Rockies, the Desert Southwest, and the Sierra Nevada, but that doesn't keep me from returning to and loving the Blue Ridge over and over again. It may lack the grandeur of the American West, but it has charm and beauty of its own, on display all year long.
These pictures are from the Blue Ridge south of Shenandoah National Park in Virginia and into western North Carolina. To avoid redundancy, I have not attached pictures from my Shenandoah National Park-- Standards and Secrets