It’s currently 4 degrees and windy. Yesterday’s high was -3, with an overnight low of -8 degrees.
Hwy 441 from Gatlinburg to Cherokee is still closed.
What was I thinking? Why was I so stubborn? These thoughts drifted around in my head as I walked to see a sunrise, that was unlikely to be there. Grey and inhospitable, the forest around me looked menacing. The overnight low was -8. Cold air continued to blast through the trees around me. The thought of the wind chill made me shutter. Again, the questions came back around – What are you doing out here?
Warm batteries lay deep within the folds of my heavy down parka. I was prepared to capture anything…everything. Protected from the wind, I watched as the clouds transformed into an angry upside-down ocean. Waves rocked across the sky. Glaring into the distance, I saw the silhouette of a mountain. The same mountain that the winter sun loves to climb over. With the ocean above and a view of where the sun would rise. I had enough information to answer my own patronizing questions…
…I was there for the sunrise!