Looking close, a small swatch of heath clung to the mountain side looking toward the south-west. The tenacious little plant had the best view in the house. Though it’s life would be tougher than my own, I envied his daily proving ground.
A steel plate of clouds bolstered the landscape. A sliver of untouched sky lay exposed along the horizon. There was a chance, there was always a chance. I moved quickly across the mix of black ice and jagged slate contouring the trail out to Myrtle Point. The sun burst through the compromised piece of armor. Catching my breath, I captured the moment.
A new plate of steel soon covered where the sun had made its mark.
The Smoky Mountains are a rare jewel…Why not have a place where you can still see the stars? There is value to keeping things primitive.