When thinking about my post today I thought about my parents down in Tennessee. Last Spring I took this photo from the top of Mt. LeConte in the Smoky Mountains. When I look at this photo I think of my parents log cabin in the Smokies, splitting wood, sitting on the deck, listening to the creek, bluegrass music, wild flowers and backpacking. My dad wanted to move to the Smokies because he wanted to get away from the snow. If I ever move there it will be for the mountains and the music. The only musical instrument I ever wanted to play was the banjo. Our family started vacationing in the Smokies when I was only about 9 or 10 years old. I’ve hiked more trails in the Smokies than anywhere else. I miss the Appalachian Trail. I miss the views, the quiet news, the rocky pews. I want to go where the people are few. I want to go where the grass is blue.
The Heron 