06/10/2026
It was another world up there.
We started hiking a normal trail with dirt and rocks and trees and moss in the United States like any hike.
And as we crested the mountain top, we were transported to another country all together.
The trees gave way to open fields of wild blueberry mixed brush and the ground became black earth, seasoned with the definite trace of horses hooves.
All the rugged mountain tops I’ve laid to memory along the Blue Ridge Parkway were no where to be seen.
I was in new territory up here among the leaves and clouds and it was ooozing with eye candy.
Everywhere I turned, something new to take in. The way the land laid, the life growing on it, the smells, the sounds, it was a very welcome way to tackle a weekend.
And what I’m left with upon returning to my car to head home are images that’ll haunt me for decades to come demanding that I return to explore a little more.
And I likely will give into this demand much sooner than what those decades of torment would suggest.