The way to love someone
is to lightly run your finger over that person's soul
until you find a crack,
and then gently pour your love into that crack.
~Keith Miller

Sunday, November 6, 2011

hr 4.5/5 ... Seems like we backtrack a lot faster then the first half ... This bridge is over a running stream, one of plenty crisscrossing the Apalachain foothills. The leaves had mostly fallen covering the rocky trail. It was a bit slippery. 52°F at the top of climb, 3000' according to husband's handheld. We saw an old Baptist church with confederate graves ... the flags were blowing. The building was still in use and unlocked for visitors. There was no electrical power and, I thought this was cool ... two outhouses.

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