I was born here. Just southwest of Atlantic City, in Somer's Point, New Jersey. We didn't live here for very long, I think it was less than a year; but my Dad makes business trips up here every now and then, so I've been back 3 or 4 times.
We drove up here and took a slightly different route than usual- so I saw West Virginia for the first time. We drove through the eastern-most tip on route 340. I'll tell you what, it looked a lot like northern Virginia and western Maryland.
It's just gorgeous here. It's been raining in Florida for the past week, sounds like nonstop- but here it is 68 degrees and clear blue skies as far as you can see. On the way up through north Georgia and the Carolina's, I noticed something that I had never been quite so aware of. Even just a few hundred miles north of Florida, the air is just different somehow. It's clearer, crisper, fragrant. The hills make the sky look bigger, brighter, more significant. It just seems... right.
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