The Peaks of Otter in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia was my favorite. We stayed at the lodge overnight, settling into our surroundings at dusk.
The view from our balcony.
The next morning we ate breakfast in the lakeside restaurant with this view from our window.
Finally we arrived at the end of the road.
Some of our group elected to hike to the peak... some 1,500 more feet over very steep and slippery terrain. My daughter was one of them! I was not! Those that did not wish to hike hopped back on the bus and returned to the lodge. I remained behind, enjoying that mountain air, taking pictures, relaxing all by myself.
Here some of the hikers are waiting to start the trek to the top
A fence at the bus turn around spot.
Rocks, trees, fall leaves, moss.
Our view as we head down the mountain.
Oh, and by the way, I had wondered where the name 'Peaks of Otter' came from. It seems that there was a family by the name of Ewing who settled there back in the early days and Ewing is pronounced 'Clan Ewing of Otter' in Scottish.