Day 7/8

We spent the night in a rusty old place, complete with ash trays and the smell of piss if we dared to turn the air conditioner off.  It was a real period piece.  The morning sun proved more promising to our location, a beautiful full view of the Ohio River, running the length of our leftward view to the north and south, and to our right, we looked on an historic brick factory, littered with old single pane windows, crumbling bricks, and failing paint.  Proudly displayed overhead the building was a large sign that you could tell used to be traced with working bulbs, like a circus freak show sign.  It read "MARSH Wheeling STOGIES."   On a little 15 mile sliver of West Virginia, splitting Ohio and Pennsylvania, surrounded by what feels extremely wild, and looks extremely beautiful, we wheeled in and we wheeled out. Thanks for the hospitality, Wheeling, West Virginia.