We recently spent a week in the mountains of western North Carolina. The place we stayed is in the Smokey Mountains. The mountains rise on all sides, and line the roads between towns. The place we stayed was nestled into a valley, but the mountains were always right there.
Every morning we would get up and the mountains would be gone. The sky had descended during the night, covering everything around us. It was easy to forget that they were there, until the sunlight would burn off the mist and the mountains would appear again.
I found the mountains as relaxing as the ocean. But they had a different feel to them than other places I have been. I can see why this land was sacred to the Cherokee.
Photo by John Hayes (gravelboy)