The warm glow of kerosene lanterns give the kitchen an inviting glow. Hot tea begins to warm my finger tips. I decide to put on some smooth coffee-shop jazz, creating a dichotomy with the cold grey world just outside the kitchen door. It was quickly turning into a day that would filled with pages of Hemingway. I smile at the thought.
Moving quickly down the trail, I enjoy a run before the storm settles in and the reading begins. Wind biting at my cheeks, I soak in as much as I can - appreciating the forest for the trees.
Even at their worst - the Great Smoky Mountains are still some of the best.
Those who dwell among the beauties and mysteries of the earth are never alone or weary of life. Rachel Carson