Yeah. I couldn’t help but laugh when I got to the top. I wasn’t expecting a view since I’d been hiking in fog all the way up, but the fog just made it all the more ironic because the tower was the only view at the top. How happily I had packed my backpack that morning, looking forward to finally getting some blue-ridge dirt on my boots and some cool photos of the mountains. At least I got to sit on a windy piece of ancient rock and admire the fog blowing around my face, just little me and the big ‘ol tower humming away beside me. Ah, wilderness. Well, the views from the parking lot were pretty good.
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You know, I thought of this post of yours about Mt. Pisgah as I was listening to this song today...
3. Thou art a port protected
From storms that round us rise;
A garden intersected
With streams of paradise;
Thou art a cooling fountain
In life’s dry dreary sand;
From Thee, like Pisgah’s mountain,
We view our promised land.
... And on a related note, a little while later, I was driving by Crowder's Mountain, and I noticed a big, ugly tower on one of the peaks. And I said to myself, 'curse word!' There oughta be a law.
thanks for the song - there's a sign at the bottom of NC's mt. P. that says it was 'named after the mount from which Moses saw the promised land'...and I have hiked to that ugly tower on Crowder's mountain! So hiking to my second radio tower in NC was pretty unbelievable...who is in charge of these things?!
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