A Trip to the Mountains Steeped in Thought

Yesterday, we decided to take a ride on the Blue Ridge Parkway. I have written about this road many times in my blog. This place is a true favorite of ours. Many sections of the roadway were closed until recently. It felt like time to venture out.

Life in quarantine starts to feel stuffy after a while. Even if you are able to get out and walk, the isolation seems stifling. We walk in our neighborhood frequently, but it was time to take a little drive north.


Our intended destination was Craggy Gardens, which stretches between mile marker 364 and 368. I was hoping to see the rhododendrons in bloom. After talking with my friend Lisa (Natural Gardening Blog) she suggested we might be too early. There were a few blooms, but mostly buds so we will take another drive late next week.

I sent my daughter (Two Moms and a Toddler) the photo above and told her I felt like I could finally breathe. The very act and thought of breathing seems prevalent in my thoughts these days as I think about the recent events in our country. We are still in a global pandemic and now there are protests around the world – many of them tainted with violence on all sides. I keep saying “Just breathe” — and that somehow seems selfish.

I wonder if my fellow citizens can ever come to agreement on equal rights for everyone. It seems in every conversation there is a definitive divide. Everyone argues their point unwilling to listen to another way of thinking. A meeting of the minds does not seem possible. But then, our country was founded on destruction. I remember watching a four part documentary on the History channel: The Men Who Built America: Frontiersmen. It is a tough reminder of our history. As generations pass, we develop historical amnesia I think. Even looking back on the civil rights uprising here in the 60s, many do not have this history in their frame of reference — for some, of course, it is selective amnesia. The only hope is there seems to be much larger cross section our country in support of equality and seeking an end to racism in this country. I hope it is possible, but I just don’t know.

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17 thoughts on “A Trip to the Mountains Steeped in Thought”

  1. Your trip into the countryside showed you that at least Nature is still unchanged, and is there for us to be able to relax our minds, if only for a short time.
    Best wishes, Pete.

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  2. I like your photos. Such natural beauty seems in harsh contrast to what is going on in this country. I prefer looking a pictures of growth, than ones of destruction. Thank you.

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  3. Thanks for reminding me how beautiful the Blue Ridge is. The softness of the eastern mountains is so contrast to the rugged western mountains. I guess it is kind of like the contrast in our country that is so dividing us. And in the same train of thought, The Mississippi divides the east and west of our country/ Like the old hymn says, ‘Let’s all meet at the river and wash all our troubles away’.

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    1. It is a stark contrast, Don. I suppose aI feel at home here because my roots are deeply embedded in this place. The Rockies were too big and too rough for my soul, but such a glory to behold.

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  4. Maggie, the beauty and peaceful scenery, hopefully at least gave you some solace for the length of your drive. The natural beauty of our ( different) landscapes truly renews us….if even for that moment.

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    1. You live in an amazing place, too, Nancy. Do you and Joe go out into the mountains these days? We need more pictures!


      1. Hi Bestie. We basically don’t go anywhere anymore. When we went to Prescott for my tests 3 weeks ago, we SO enjoyed that. Some beautiful scenery. Went to Sedona the other day for a haircut, my hairdresser cuts from his house and is very conscientious. Soooo wonderful to see our beautiful rocks! That’s been it. I just see my mountains daily from my yard. Lol.

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  5. I keep remembering the old phrase about people not knowing history being damned to repeat it. So much right now takes me right back to the 1960’s. Only the dogs were missing from Lafayette Square, scene of the Bible holding.

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    1. I was watching videos about the burning of Rosewood and Tulsa again this morning. Definitely doomed to repeat what we do not know or care to remember.


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