Blue Ridge Parkway

Best road in America! This is the way to see, and fall in love with, these United States. And Appalachia in particular. If you’re anywhere near, make it a point to hit the BRP.
Drive slowly, appreciate how awesome the BRP is!
Camp, hike bike, motorcycle, picnic, just take an hour out of a hectic week, see some wildlife, enjoy one of the thousands of spectacular views up here.
I’m tellin’ ya, it’s one of the best things there is on the whole continent.
Waterfalls. Mountains. Creeks. Wildflowers. Bears, oh my!

I didn’t even know you could write a stinking review on a parkway… this is funny! Lol.

For anyone who does not reside in North Carolina, you may find two facts interesting.
The first is that, until the last couple of years, the Blue Ridge Parkway had the most visitors of any tourist destination in the state. It was recently eclipsed by Concord Mills. You read that right. A mall is more popular than a 400-​odd mile drive through the scenic mountains of our state.
The second fact is that, despite fact number one, the Parkway — still the second most popular tourist attraction in the state — is actually not maintained by the state, which means that during inclement weather — namely snow and ice — it is impassable at times.
Having such an amazing attraction that runs mostly through high elevations (it is named «Blue Ridge», after all, and there is a reason for that) means that during the winter months, much of the road can be dangerous at best. Typically these sections of the road are marked with signs telling you not to drive on that segment because of such conditions.
Thinking that someone, somewhere, might actually think visitors to the area — and to the Parkway in general — would like to take a short drive on the Parkway, we decided to give it a shot, since we were in a four-​wheel drive vehicle and there were no signs telling us not to do so. This may not be the best decision that we have ever made. Take a look at the picture if you like. While it is not our picture, it is just about what the road looked like during our drive.
During this drive, it took us upwards of twenty minutes to go a mile. A scenic mile, to be sure. A white-​knuckle, steering-​wheel-​gripping, fear-​inducing, abandon-​the-​car-​and-​walk-​because-​it-​would-​be-​both-​faster-​and-​safer mile too. It is definitely a mile we are unlikely to forget anytime soon. What we are left wondering is why the only signage we saw along the way was «road closed — seven miles ahead».
How much worse could it get that they would close that road and not this one, and why seven miles ahead? That will rattle around in my head for years. No wonder Eric Rudolph could wander in these mountains for so long. These people are tough.