Our second stop in West Virginia was in the northeastern corner of the state near Virginia and Maryland, just outside of Romney. We only got out and about a couple of times – to get groceries and have lunch at the local Dairy Queen. We spent the rest of the time just hanging around the campground, soaking up the sun and the views.
Here’s our selfie from this stop.
We were in spot 7B at Wapocoma Campground.
We have never camped anywhere that had so many rabbits. They were EVERYWHERE. Piper tried like hell to figure out how to catch one of them, but he never realized success.
This is a photo of the campground before the weekend. Our view from Friday through Sunday was into the kitchen window of another camper. We preferred this version.
The view of the mountains off in the distance changed constantly, depending on the sun, clouds and all other atmospheric contributors.
There weren’t too many attractions around the Romney area, so I spent some of my time just floating in the river.
The mountains during sunset.
Wapocoma Campground is on the South Branch of the Potomac River. They have about one mile of riverbank that wraps around the boundaries of the campground.
Mike and I tried to get out in the inflatable kayak, but we were going against the current at first. Our effort at teamwork was challenged prematurely and we came back into shore after about 30 minutes. That was better than remaining in the kayak until a full-tilt argument ensued. I’m not very good at paddling in unison. Let’s just leave it at that…
All of the camp sites were set off the water by a small distance, so there was a large rocky beach area for everyone to share and enjoy.
Our trip from Gauley Bridge to Romney was an arduous one. I was terrified of the twists and turns, which wasn’t so much fun for the driver of the rig. We could not take the ‘direct’ route through the mountains because of all the switchbacks, so we had to travel north to Morgantown in order to stay on a large interstate for as long as possible. When we exited I-68 in Cumberland, the Truck Route to Hwy 28 was almost impossible to find. We had to detour into a shopping center and take a hard look at google maps to find a road that was big enough to get us through town. In exasperation, I called UPS and asked the lady for the route that their big trucks take through town. It worked and we found our way. When we arrived at the campground, this was the sky that greeted us. Needless to say, that was an intense travel day.
This is a better picture of the rocky beach area at the campground.