I love visiting the Blue Ridge Mountains. They aren't as dramatic as the Rockies but the ancient feeling of land being violent rearranged in a moment's notice is unmistakable when you visit. The smooth crests covered in trees, the carved land-sides made to accommodate cars and roads... there is kind of a hollowed out lonely feeling that hovers in these lands.
Slowly the world creeps in and adds horrible things like power lines and streets to the natural beauty, but that is the price to pay once humans move in. We make our mark on the plain and beautiful alike. I wish it didn't take me three hours to take a nice walk in these lovely hills. There is just so much they have to offer.
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