I backtracked two tenths of a mile so I could get a photo.
From this point the trail made a zig-zag pattern along the state line. For the rest of the day we wouldn’t know for sure without checking a map if we were in West Virginia or Virginia.
I returned to Raven Rocks and stayed there several minutes to enjoy the view, while Stick went on ahead.
As I was standing at the edge of the cliff, one of my trekking poles slipped from my hand and fell down the side of the rock. Miraculously, though, there was just enough jaggedness in the rock to catch the pole. Otherwise it would have fallen at least a hundred feet.
I continued on with both poles firmly in my hands.
A short distance beyond Raven Rocks was a sign marking the end of the Roller Coaster.
At one point I had to stop to deal with a problem with one of my shoes. They were still in good shape, with fewer than 400 miles on them so far, but I needed to make an adjustment to the way one of them was laced.