My Place in the World

Just something I kept track of when I went on my recent trip to WV. The following distances are from my home here in JC:

To I26 - 3.2 miles
To I81 - 14.8 miles
To the Virginia state border - 33.2 miles
To Abingdon - 48.7 miles
To Chilhowie - 66.0 miles
To Wytheville - 105.2 miles
To the West Virginia state border - 136.0 miles
To Princeton - 144.1 miles
To Beckley - 180.4 miles
To Oak Hill - 197.5 miles
To Fayetteville - 202.4 miles

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Notes To Myself - Rambling

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