From the Overlook at Caesars Head State Park, miles and miles of mountains, hills, and valleys stretch out below you. And in autumn that view is a magnificent display of orange, yellow, and red. It's pretty easy to feel blessed, even a bit staggered, by what unfolds before your eyes. You're past that point where the ears begin to pop. You're past that point where the roads have wound up around the mountainside.
You are there, on the mountaintop.
Read More"Good morning," said the light, as it peaked over distant trees.
"I'm not well," said a bent little tree in the middle of a beaver pond.
"You're all bent over," said the light.
"I'm so cold and damp," said the weak little tree.
Read MoreAs you get older, as the days of your life dwindle down, as you reflect on everything you know and the magnitude of all you don’t know and will never know, it’s easy to become nostalgic about the past. Today always seems more complicated than yesterday. We want to look back on a simpler time, without regard for the hardships of that time or the luxuries of this one.
I am in my 70s, with a personal history and an understanding of the world that make me feel quite justified in looking back into a past of simpler times as a welcome diversion.
Read MoreOff Highway 14, eight miles outside of Landrum, situated in one of those areas that used to be what we called "out in the country," is an old covered bridge, the only remaining covered bridge in South Carolina.
Read MorePure blue sky greets rising fog, while the sun bursts over the horizon, lighting up the cold hard rock upon which I stood. What a way to begin.
It's another ethereal morning.
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