That’s right, dear friends and neighbors. It’s another edition of Wanderlust and Wordy Wednesdays! I hope you enjoy these as much as I do, but if you don’t please let me know! Our travels today are going to take us … Continue reading
Well, the results of my poll weren’t entirely conclusive. Travel (wanderlust) was at 50%, with quotes and music tied at 25%. I’ve decided to make this Wednesday’s post a little of both and let ya’ll decide what you like.
Today’s travel location is Brasstown Bald. It ties into today’s Writing 101 in a way, as well, because it’s another place that always feel a little like home.
It is the highest point in Georgia at 4700 feet above sea level. It has an old fire tower at the top that has a great museum that tells you about the land, Native Americans, and the Forestry Service. It is technically part of the Blue Ridge Mountains (which are part of the Appalachian Mountains).
According to the Cherokee legend, a great flood happened and killed many of the Cherokee. Those who didn’t die had built a giant canoe that ran aground at the peak of the mountain. There were no animals to hunt, so the Great Spirit killed all the trees at the top of the mountain so they could plant crops and survive.
The drive alone is worth it. The beautiful forests are breath taking, and more so in the fall. The towns around it are gems in their own right. The road to the parking lot (spur 180) is steep, winding, and not for the faint of heart. There is an even steeper hiking path from the parking lot to the fire tower. However, there is now a shuttle that will take you up from the parking lot, so you can get there even if hiking isn’t your thing. 😉
The view at the top is breath taking. It’s a Bald, so you have 360 degrees of unobstructed views of the Appalachian Mountains. On a really clear day, you can see the tops of the skyscrapers in Atlanta, more than 100 miles to the south. While that’s an amazing feat, it also saddens me. If you ever get the chance, please go. It’s worth your time, I promise.
And onto quotes:
“They witnessed her destruction, Then were left to wonder why, She saw nothing but darkness, Though the stars shone in her eyes, But maybe they’d forgotten, When they failed to see the cracks, That a star’s light shines the brightest, When it’s starting to collapse.” – e.h.
“She had stars behind each eyelid, And a galaxy in her soul, That drew people to her endless heart, Like the pull of a black hole, She was made of earth and fire, Of wishes cast on shooting stars, She was a brand new solar system, Unlike the ones they’d known so far, With constellations ever changing, No one could memorize her skies, And they thought the thing for them to do, Was bring her up to their size, They shrunk the universe within her, Told her her vast expanse was wrong, That she should make her life much smaller, if she wanted to beling, As they collapsed her world around her, She felt her inner stars grow cold, Until her life was far too heavy, For her once strong arms to hold, You might wonder how it happened, But I guess that it makes sense, Because a life becomes much heavier, When it’s the universe condensed.” e.h.
“That was the day she made herself the promise to live more from intention and less from habit.” -Amy Rubin Flett
“A good leader takes a little more than his share of the blame, a little less than his share of the credit.” – Arnold H. Glaslow
“My goal is to build a life I don’t need a vacation from.”
“We are the scientists, trying to make sense of the stars inside us.” – Christopher Poindexter
“May we exist like the lotus, at ease in muddy water.” – zen proverb