MOUNTAIN MEANDERING TREASURES: A PHOTO ESSAY
This post serves to confirm my hypothesis that the How-to-Find Sea Glass Recipe in my recent St. Francis of Assisi post can be adapted to finding all kinds of treasures along mountain trails, country lanes, or even city streets. It all depends on your definition of treasure. I cover mountain trails and country lanes here. For city streets, I highly recommend, Humans of New York.
As soon as I arrived at my friend’s house, we went for a walk. Here’s what we found:
I was raised in the foothills of the Berkshire Mountains of New York State. Acorns were everywhere. This one reminded me of the smiley faces my mom used to draw on them for us when we were kids.
I used to love playing in the creek. I remember my neighbor friends and I pretended we were witches creating a brew in the water. We did this in the middle of winter when our “pot” was an opening in the ice between the rocks.
This one reminded me of all the fuzzy wuzzies we had in Brewster, New York. My friend calls them woolly worms. I didn’t bother arguing with her because “fuzzy wuzzies” might have been a term my brothers and I invented. Also, one mention of the upcoming Woolly Worm Festival shut my mouth right up.
My friend is author Rebecca Petruck. This accommodating woolly worm is helping to give you a sneak peak at her soon-to-be-released BOY BITES BUG. Read more about this yummy story with the not-so-yummy recipes, I mean, lovely insect infested recipes, as well as her award-winning STEERING TOWARDS NORMAL here.
I took this photo the next day from Rebecca’s back porch.
Can you imagine?! So beautiful. The sun doesn’t so much as rise as it jumps over the mountain top with a, I’M HERE! LET’S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!
And what a day we had then! Rebecca’s neighbor, Charlie Ray Joines, out of the goodness of his heart, drove us all the way to the top of his mountain. Yes, you read that correctly. His mountain has been in his family for generations. From the plateau at the tippy-top, we could see North Carolina in two directions, with Tennessee on one side and Virginia behind us.
Riding in his pickup truck without seat belts, up and down all those switchbacks with ravines and his somewhat feral herd of cows on either side, reminded me of my grandfather. Now my grandfather had a Portuguese accent, but my grandmother was Appalachian, and he drove a green pick up truck. So, when Charlie referred to himself as a hillbilly, I said, “Me, too!”
Anyhow, here’s my God moment photo:
I have no words to describe my feelings about standing here looking down upon Grandfather Mountain way off in that crisp, clear distance. So I’ll simply quote Charlie Ray, “I come up here when I’m feeling down and out.” I mean, yeah.
Speaking of God, the next day Rebecca took me to St. Mary’s Episcopal Church in West Jefferson, a.k.a. Church of the (world famous Ben Long frescoes).
Such a classic chapel from the outside and a perfect autumn day to sit and contemplate life. But, get ready for the inside. Are you ready?
Pretend you’re kneeling at the altar rail. May God bless you and surround you with His goodness.
Then we drove into West Jefferson, a lovely authentic mountain town where we enjoyed an excellent coffee experience at Bohemia Art, Music, & Coffee Shop.
Here’s a literal treasure:
A brass cross made by the same designer of the silver cross I had purchased in January from a shop in Blowing Rock, NC!
And then we hiked around the peak of Mount Jefferson and this is what we saw:
Only a bit of precariousness involved in snapping this scene.
Warning! Pay attention or you could die.
Totally worth the risk.
Life finds a way.
Over here, too.
Seek his will in all you do, and he will show you what path to take. – Proverbs 3:6
Take heart, hearts are all around!
This mountain meandering treasure comes complete with The Very Hungry Caterpillar‘s leftovers.
So much imaginative potential in this clearing.
For instance, I totally see a tree person here asking, “Why? Why?”
Yay! I found mountain glass. Unfortunately, it’s sharp and the locals call it “litter.”
And then with my belly full of mountain goodness and a bagful of mountain-grown Honey Crisp apples,
I said, goodbye to Rebecca and so long to her mountains. Then I rolled down the hills for 5 hours
until I landed with a splash — home;
where I found treasures galore, babies. Treasures galore.
(Originally posted on 10/22/2017 to Saints and Recipes on Blogger.)