Today, my friends, I climbed a mountain. A real Blue Ridge mountain. And when I say climbed, I mean climbed. Not with ropes and pulleys, with my bare hands and feet. Well, my feet weren’t bare, but my hands were. My friend Dan invited me to join a group and climb the Devil’s Marbleyard, a huge rockslide of marble slabs left over from the Flood and the glaciers near the Blue Ridge Parkway (Google it! Fascinating…). On the way out, we got lost and ended up in a town called Glasgow, where we found out in the country a hilarious sight: Foamhenge. I could lie and say I went to Europe over the weekend… but that would be a lie. 
Specifically for Dad: I am not yet a ‘hiker girl’, but I am on my way.
'Foamhenge'... Stonehenge made out of foam...
Clarissa and Me on a ridge preceding the Marbleyard
After climbing an hour I got to the third 'level'... didn't quite make it to the top
The beautiful view
