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A friend called me yesterday and asked if I wanted to come to Chapmanville and go 4-wheeling. Chapmanville is about an hour away. I said sure, got ready and headed south. Now, I am a city girl...highly protected by my dad, might I add, raised up a "holler" in Charleston, but still a city girl.
Charleston is in what is called the Kanawha Valley. The Kanawha River flows through the valley and Charleston is on both sides of the river. The county is also called Kanawha. You'd be surprised how many hollers there are inside the city limits.
I will be 57 next week. Last year I went camping and kayaking for the first times. I used to be very introverted and conservative. I am now finally emerging from my shell, thanks to my friend. My friend lives in the same apartment building as I do and had gone to Chapmanville to spend a few days kayaking on the Guyandotte River and Peach Creek where there is fast water and rapids that he loves.
He can't ride a regular 4-wheeler bacause of has back, but his friend bought a different one just for him to use. When I got there, we packed up a cooler and headed off into the mountains. This is southern West Virginia, near where the Hatfields and McCoys had their feud. There is a Hatfield and McCoy trail down there, but we were not on that trail. This was just up in the mountains behind his friend's house.
This friend of his, whom I will call Buddy, to protect the guilty, is a REAL redneck. He lives far out in the mountains. His house is in a holler between the mountains. There is no cable out there, so when he decided he wanted to watch HBO, he bought a dish. Tried as he might, he could not get a signal. He decided that the mountains were blocking his signal. He went out and got dynamite, etc. and blew the top of the mountain off. Alas, he still could not get a signal. My friend went down there and was absolutely shocked! It looked worse than if it had been the coal companies doing mountain top removal. He asked Buddy if he read the directions. Buddy was really mad becausehe still had no reception. Of couse, being a redneck, Buddy had not read the directions. My friend read the directions and got the dish pointed in the correct direction to pick up a signal. Buddy will put the TV on one station and if he wants to change channels or directions, he has to get another friend to come over to change the signal.
He is on his 4-wheeler and my friend and I are in the other one he bought. Here we are of into the mountains. My friend has been up there, but there are still a great many trails he hasn't been on. Buddy takes off leading and we follow. Until we come to a vee in the trail and can't tell which way Buddy went. We made a guess and took off to the left. After a while, it became quite apparent that Buddy went to the right. We just kept going and going and going...one trail after another, left, right, whatever....we had a blast! We found some gigantic rock formations that were really amazing, but I refused to allow my friend to start climbing around on them. With his luck he would fall off of one again. Hours later we went back to the house to pick up a pack of cigarettes for my friend. Buddy wasn't home yet. We were kind of worried about Buddy because he was acting a "little loopy" before we left and we hadn't run across him since we had lost him. We went back out on the trails and were gone for hours more, spashing through mud and water, and just having the best time. I drove for awhile and did pretty well. We finally got back to the house about 10 pm and to our relief Buddy was at home....watching his precious HBO!