Staunton, a small town at the southern end of Skyline Drive, was the perfect spot to break our journey overnight. It was also the beginning of my obsession with pumpkins.
Well, it's hardly fair to call it my obsession - seems to me that the whole of the US has an obsession with pumpkins and pumpkin spice in the fall. This just isn't a thing in the UK, so it was a novelty I latched on to with enthusiasm.
Over the course of one evening and the following morning, I tried pumpkin beer, pumpkin cider, pumpkin ice cream, pumpkin pie, and pumpkin coffee. Seriously. Even coffee.
Dinner at Mockingbird was wonderful and autumnal: sweet potato gnocchi with butternut squash, cranberries, and roasted almonds.
We followed this up by ice cream for dessert at the Split Banana, where I had one scoop of pumpkin, one scoop of incredible chilli chocolate. Going for dessert in a separate place also seems to be one of those particular American things that I wouldn't really have thought of by myself.
The next morning, we breakfasted at Blue Mountain Coffee - where as well as pumpkin coffee, we discovered the "everything bagel" which was to become a staple of our visit to the States.
A few images from around the town: