A Time Warp, Perhaps?

This is a photograph taken from our car, at a rest stop just outside Roanoke, Virginia today.  We read the weather warnings before departing, but scoffed them off as a supermarket scare as it just didn't seem possible that it could snow right smack in the middle of the state of VA without more northern areas being affected.

About half an hour into our trip, the giant snowflakes began to fall.  And as we traveled north, the roads became hazardous.  Our destination was a B&B just outside of New Market, VA.  We thought we'd try something different on the way home, and visit the National Civil War Battlefield in New Market in the morning.

As our destination arrival time was becoming perilously close, we decided that we would order a to-go meal from our favorite restaurant in Harrisonburg.  Our thinking was that we would pick up the meal along with a bottle of wine and enjoy both at the B&B, safely tucked in out of the snow.
Our wine options were limited to a screw-on cap, since we don't tend to travel with a corkscrew in hand.  (I know that one of my blog followers will find that comment to be amusing.)

As soon as the order was complete the road conditions improved dramatically.  Within a mile, we suddenly noticed that there was no snow....anywhere.  The grass was green (or at least as green as it would look in the dark), the trees were bare....the road was dry.  It was as if we were in some sort of movie where the car just suddenly drove out of a winter scene like in a dream.

The car certainly stood out in the parking lot, covered with ice dripping onto the macadam.
We picked up the food, and started out on our way to the B&B, which we knew was in the middle of nowhere.  And, thank goodness the snow had not traveled up this far, as finding this place was enough of an adventure without bad weather to complicate things.

We are literally adjacent to the Endless Caverns Gate Entrance. Now before you get too excited, let me mention that the place is closed for the winter, so there'll be no cavern tours, not that I was remotely interested in one.

We were warmly greeted by the B&B owner upon our arrival, but I did find it amusing that the parking lot was completely empty, considering that there are about 8 rooms in this place, and when I inquired about room availability, the response was that the Andrew Jackson suite was available.
So, here we are, the only patrons in a 1790 refurbished farmhouse, next to the Endless Caverns, in the middle of nowhere.
Our room is certainly comfy, as you can see:

But, we decided to partake of our meal downstairs, next to a burning fire, rather than eat in the room.  The food was delicious and the wine was actually quite tasty.  Whoever said that you need a cork to enjoy a bottle of wine?  But then again, after today's travels, perhaps anything with alcohol would have tasted equally as wonderful.

The last time I peeked out of the window, there was still no sign of any snowflakes.

And, I swear this lady who adorns the mantle-piece was looking in a different direction when we left the room for dinner.

Curious, don't you think?  But, really, after today's adventures, I shouldn't find anything too surprising!