is what I wrote in my journal about that day:
18, 2001 - Blue Ridge Day
down the Blue Ridge Parkway at first I was whining because I thought
it would be so much better if it were spring when the trees were
budding or summer when the trees were full or fall when the trees
were colored - anytime other than winter time when they were bare.
But then I shut up and began to appreciate what was before me at
the time it was there. The trees being stripped of leaves afforded
a view through the branches of the far distant mountains and waterfalls
that popped up that would not have been visible were they full of
leaves. The shadows that the twisted branches cast on the trunks
of other trees lent visual interest at every turn. Since we just
got a good rain yesterday, the huge rock formations shimmered with
thousands of little waterfalls alongside the road.
drove underneath clouds, then through them, then on top of them.
At the highest peak we reached, the trees were covered with ice
making crystal sculptures of every twisted, naked branch and icicles
dripped off the myriad of tunnels as we drove right through the
hiked and huffed up to Linville Falls and down through the sweet
smelling pine forest. All in all a perfectly great day! We didn't
get to go visit Grandfather Mountain, though, and I was pretty disappointed
about that. When we got to the visitor's center, we were informed
that with temps in the 20's and 50 mph winds on the mile-high suspension
bridge, it was not a good idea. Oh well, another reason to come
back to visit this gorgeous area during another season.