|Crossing over to the earthworks|
|Beautiful views along the entire way.|
|The visitor center for Roanoke Station|
|Could have passed for a real train station if you asked me|
Mark and I nicknamed the trail Honeysuckle Path because it smelled of honeysuckle the entire way. There were no bathrooms on the mile long path. There was a port-a-john at one end of the trail and the station at the other end of the trail. The only problem was that on a Sunday morning the station was closed. There are picnic tables at the station if you want to bring a basket full of goodies....and invite us.
Hope you are getting over this hump day....or as we call it Hump Me Day ;-)