Devil’s Bathtub Trail Virginia: The Detour That Stole the Whole Trip
I woke up in the hotel and felt good. Not just okay-good. Genuinely good. No heaviness, no soreness radiating up from my feet, no dread about what my body owed me for the previous day’s punishment. After Bearfence Mountain and Dark Hollow Falls back to back, I had braced myself for a rough morning. Instead…
