09 October 1978. South of Reed's Gap, Virginia. The mountains are
gorgeous on this early fall day. The
leaves have started to turn color; patches of yellow and rust dot the
forest. A brilliant red or crimson is
visible here and there as isolated trees display their fall colors ahead of the
crowd. Below the canopy, the woods are a
soft yellow and green, alternating sunlight and shadow. Yellows and reds dot the foliage across the
forest floor. From my perch I can see
the many folds of the Blue Ridge to the southwest. The Shenandoah Valley is to my north, I can
see a small sliver of it between the ridges.
I bask in the warm sun and experience the quiet. A lone woodpecker knocks intermittently on a
tree. Leaves rustle in the breeze. I can hear vehicles in the valley below and
the occasional people sound. Good day
for a trip. Good day to be alive.
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