Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River. A remembrance for good old John Denver. I got to live out his ubiquitous country rock ballad this month, unexpectedly. And you can throw in the Allegheny Mountains, too. My home is in the middle of the country. It’s hilly, but it’s not the mountains. As I’ve blogged before, for some reason I feel a kinship with the Appalachians, the Blue Ridge and now my new relation the Alleghenies. I follow them on social media, keeping track of rains