Long ago, Dear Reader, in an economy far, far away… Marie and I made a habit of going out for long drives in the country on Sundays after church. It was one of those simple pleasures in life that we enjoy so much. We would stop off somewhere and pick up sandwiches and drinks and head out on the highways and byways. Mostly the byways. And quite a few back roads, and even a goat path or two.
We loved getting out and seeing what is here and where they keep it. We would generally spend the rest of the day on these joyrides. But things have gotten tight lately and this practice has been pretty much mothballed. Pretty much, but not entirely.
We recently decided to take a Saturday and drive up to the new Highway 25E overlook on Clinch Mountain, near Tazwell Tennessee. It was a beautiful fall day; the sky was clear and azure. Trees were starting to turn color, proudly decked out in the deep red of red oaks, the gold-orange of white oaks, hickories and poplar, the bright red of dogwoods and the vivid orange of maple, creating a tapestry of color draped over the mountains like a quilt against the chilly air. The higher we got the cooler the air became and the more color there was. Clinch Mountain reaches an elevation of 4,000 feet. We didn’t get quite that high, but it was pretty chilly when we got out of the truck just the same. Read the rest of this entry »