Went hiking yesterday, in the Crab Orchard Range, near Brushy
Mountain, in Frozen Head State Park up Panther Branch Trail by DeBord Falls and
beyond. It was cold, made bitter down
between mountains following the north prong of the Flat Fork. Betty and I are made to be on trail. We each thrive there and flourish as
one. The Appalachian Mountains are old,
Eden old, and the most serene of all the mountain ranges we have explored. They are aesthetic in their beauty, every
rock and moss, every tree and rivulet and falls, all the smells and colors and
hard boned edges are perfectly matched for splendor. Every track you make is a miss stroke, which
provokes in you a care for her as a soft covered bedded ancient
grandmother. She is the grand matriarch
of all ranges and we spent yesterday with her.
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| DeBord Falls |
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