Er, it says West Virginia repeatedly in the song. Makes it pretty obvious where it's about
True. But maybe it's with a small w.
The only two geographic references are to the Blue Ridge Mountains and the Shenandoah River -- both in Virginia although the river does pass through a small part of the eastern corner of West Virginia. The Shenandoah Valley is certainly a Virginia landmark. Doesn't really matter, of course. I understand the inspiration for the country road part was actually even farther east.
Didn't West Virginia adopt it as their state song? They don't seem to mind the inconsistency.
Both are beautiful states. I spent a lot of time hiking, climbing and caving there.
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"Ahm goin' up on Sourwood Mountain, hi, ho diddle-um-day...
So many perty girls you cain't count 'em, hey, ho diddle-um-day."
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"Ahm goin' up on Sourwood Mountain, hi, ho diddle-um-day...
So many perty girls you cain't count 'em, hey, ho diddle-um-day."
Yep.
My brother was given the fiddle that Blue Bill Combs use to play up on Sourwood when he was courtin' Cindy and wrote that tune.
There are few "perty girls" on Sourwood nowdays. Only three families left. The coal companies mined out under them and sunk their water so most folks had no choice but to move off the mountain.
"Let low-country intruder approach a cove
And eyes as gray as icicle fangs measure stranger
For size, honesty, and intent." John Foster West
Tell us something.: "Tell us something" hits me a bit like someone asking me to tell a joke. I can always think of a hundred of them until someone asks me for one. You know how it is. Right now, I can't think of "something" to tell you. But I have to use at least 100 characters to inform you of that.
Wow, Sluder, those are beautiful. Is that your luck spot (good fishing, perhaps?) or your lunch spot? Either way, hard to go wrong with a view like that...
Bloomfield, I can't get your picture to work. Just that annoying little red x in a box.
(Snow Lake, near Snoqualmie Pass in Washington state.)
Hey, I was just there on Monday! My first time on this particular trail after 30 years of living in Seattle. I'd been to a number of other Alpine lakes before but not this one. My wife and I picked probably the worst day of the year (with respect to the degree of overcrowding on the trail) to do this hike (it was Labor Day here in the US) but even so it was possible to enjoy moments of glorious silence as well as the scenery. Thanks for sharing this picture. I'm sure I was standing on the very spot you took this from.
WyoBadger wrote:Wow, Sluder, those are beautiful. Is that your luck spot (good fishing, perhaps?) or your lunch spot? Either way, hard to go wrong with a view like that...
Lunch. (Fixed in original post.)
It would take a really long pole to fish from that spot; I was standing on a cliff a few hundred feet above the lake.
Giles: "We few, we happy few."
Spike: "We band of buggered."
ya!!! On a very hot day, even at this time of year, you still need to find the shallow ones.
