After my speaking engagement on Saturday in West Virginia, we got back in the car and headed for home. Immediately, Mark’s cell phone rang; it was Debbie Spiker (my hubby’s former boss!). “Don’t forget to see Coopers Rock State Park,” she said. A few minutes later, we saw the sign for “yes”—you guessed it, “Coopers Rock.” The weather on Saturday was absolutely gorgeous—76 degrees and no humidity!
The ride up the road to the summit was breathtaking. But I worried about Mark walking up the trail to the top, so I hung on to his belt loops while Mark clutched his cane. The view at the summit was worth the five-minute walk. The Cheat River could be seen in the gorge below, which snaked through the mountainous terrain. Mark made the comment, “This is great rock climbing territory!”“Oh no, don’t you even think about it!” I shouted.
You can take the triathlon out of the triathlete, but you can’t take the triathlete out of the man!
I played photographer—taking pictures of families on vacation, honeymooners, and folks on family reunions. I know what it’s like to want someone to take a picture and no one to take it! Finally, my hubby grabbed my hand and said, “Okay, Connie, that’s enough!”
Just then a young couple was kind enough to return the favor! Mark and I posed at the summit.I’m amazed at God’s beauty that is everywhere…we just need to take the time to enjoy it. It wasn’t on our agenda, yet it was the best part of our trip—Coopers Rock State Park! It’s a must-see place if you’re ever in West Virginia.
Tell ‘em Connie sent you!