Appalachian Dreams

"The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness." 
— John Muir

"Wild steep mountains floating in a haze of cloud...a sea of green trees swallowing the hills and valleys, and curling around the trails and rivers, with the wind in the leaves as its tide." 
— Sharyn McCrumb (The Songcatcher (Ballad, #6))

The hills are shadows, and they flow
From form to form, and nothing stands;
They melt like mist, the solid lands,
Like clouds they shape themselves and go." 
— Alfred Tennyson (In Memoriam)

"Appalachia was Appalachia, regardless of boundaries someone had set an eternity ago. A land of breathtaking beauty, of steep hills and rolling mountains"
John Grisham (Gray Mountain)

"For many years, I have been moved by the blue at the far edge of what can be seen, that color of horizons, of remote mountain ranges, of anything far away. The color of that distance is the color of an emotion, the color of solitude and of desire, the color of there seen from here, the color of where you are not. And the color of where you can never go." 
— Rebecca Solnit (A Field Guide to Getting Lost)

My roots are here.  I've travelled far and travelled wide, but Appalachia is where I call home.