“I saw the wind blow so hard on Keyser’s Ridge, that it took six men to hold the hair on one man’s head.”
In the early days of the National Road, this stretch was often “snowed up” with drifts up to twenty feet deep. Stagecoaches and freight wagons were stopped here for days at a time. When they could travel, they sometimes left the blocked roadbeds and rolled across the nearby “skirting glades.”
I turned the heat on in the Jeep as I drove over Keysers Ridge at sunset on Thursday. Not much there, just a small truck stop and a McDonalds. The National Road (rt 40) crosses the ridge, and leads west into the Allegheny Mountains. It is a beautiful road to travel any time of the year.
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