A few weekends ago, Steve and I went camping in Shenandoah National Park with my aunt and cousins. It was a beautiful weekend, with warmer than average temperatures (so as not to make for a freezing night in the mountains). Our drive up the mountains was beautiful, although just past peak fall time:
Halfway up the mountain to our campsite, our gas was on empty and we decided we needed to go back down and find a gas station because we would never make it all the way up the mountain and then back down in the morning. So we turned around and drove back down, found a gas station and then drove back up the mountain to our campsite...only to find there's a Chevron station right by our campsite! We wasted an hour for nothing! At least the scenery was beautiful:

It was a beautiful weekend with lovely scenery and great family time, but I can't say I'd do it again real soon. Maybe next year. In the middle of the night I came to the realization that we were really sleeping in the mountains where any wild animal could come join us (ex: the large deer from the side of the road) and needless to say, I didn't get much sleep after that. Not to mention Steve's terrible headache that kept him up all night. That's a story for another time.