Last Saturday afternoon, I went back to Bull Run for a hike (off I-66 exit 40 in Virginia). I know I said I was going to lay off for the sake of my poor toe, but I wore my hiking boots this time instead of my trail runners…so so so, um, ya know, get off my back. I was there only two weeks ago, but with Frankenstorm supposedly bearing down on the east coast, I figured I shouldn’t go too far out. After all, I had to make sure I left enough time in my day to panic like my fellow DC metro-ers.
When it comes down to it, I might as well have been in a completely different place. In two weeks’ time, the landscape has become blanketed in a vibrant yellow hue, and leaves have fallen en masse. If you’re looking for a perfect place to crunch, crunch, crunch along, I found it.
And if that weren’t enough, I also found my trail decorated for Halloween. How could I not be in love with Bull Run after that? The only thing that would have made it better is if there were bowls of
candyhealthy snacks (riiiight) accompanying the regularly spaced pumpkins.
When I made it to the overlook, I sat there taking it in for a while before I noticed someone snapping a panoramic photo with his smartphone. I’d never done that before, so I started putzing around with mine. It took a minute to figure it out, but the effect was pretty cool once I got the hang of it.
When I made it back to my car, I noticed that my fuel gauge was approaching empty, so I drove straight to the gas station. I waited in line for about ten minutes since the end of the world was nigh, which clearly requires everybody in the region to go out and fill up their tanks.
Once I got home, I saw that Metro had announced that it was suspending service for Monday. Seriously?! Metro never closes in advance of a storm. In over five years, I’ve only seen it shutter once weather-related damage has occurred, and then only the above-ground stations. Panic? Panic! I kicked it into gear, filled up a load of water bottles and assessed my food stores. Once I opened up my cupboard and saw plenty of beef jerky, dried fruit, and hemp seed, I breathed a sigh of relief. Hurricane or no hurricane, I knew I’d be fine.